#bestie please I’m sure you’re hungry and I get that night time is your time but if you think for 30 seconds

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“Hey babygirl” i call out my window, to the darkened amorphous semi humanoid shape that’s been hunting out there for 20 MINUTES

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I recently became an auntie/uncle! (yay!) My little nibling was overdue by a week and the funny thing is, as a way to induce labor, sib and their lovely s/o tried the whole sexy times to get baby moving. And it worked! So how about Miguel and their s/o in that same scenario and Miguel convinces his loving wife to try it out seeing as their kid is a few days overdue? Bonus if it works! That man def be looking at his heavily pregnant wife with hungry eyes lol!

Pregnant!Reader smut 😍😍 yes please! (Also congrats on your new addition to the family anon, and sorry this took so long)

📄 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐲

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

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𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Wife!Reader, gross talks of placenta lmao, SMUT, Pregnancy sex, spooning position, virginal fingering, unprotected sex, brief mentions of the labour phase, breastfeeding and lots and lots of fluff.

𝐀/𝐍: I would’ve been lost if it wasn’t for @lazyjellyfish300 (Thank you bestie!!)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It has been a week past your baby girl’s due date, and Miguel thinks it’s the perfect time to explore some natural methods to induce labour.

Miguel watched you anxiously as you tried to walk hand in hand down the street with him. One of your hands rested on your baby bump, while the other clung to his.

It was a quiet night as you both made your way back home, but even in an absence of a crowd, Miguel still felt an extra precaution over you.

He leaned over and nuzzled his face against your shoulder. “You okay?”

“Yeah…I’m good,” you replied, struggling to sound convincing. Miguel knew you were concealing your stiffness. With the baby fully developed, you were ready to give birth at any given moment.

It had been a week past your due date, and you hadn’t felt any contractions. Miguel had adviced you to stay home to avoid any potential issues or emergencies while out.

But you were growing tired of being indoors all day and, after pleading with him, had finally secured a dinner date at one of your go-to restaurants.

The city was more beautiful at night, with the spectacle of lights and holograms illuminating the cityscape. Fortunately, it was within walking distance from your house, so you didn’t have to travel far.

Still, you found it difficult to manoeuvre around, struggling with your new, cumbersome, body. His eyes darted between you and the path ahead.

“Are you sure?” He asked, his voice showing his skepticism as he noticed the slight tremor in your steps.

“Mhmm,” you were starting to sound breathless now.

He noticed how you were stuggling to keep up with his pace, even while holding hands. He slowed down to match your steps.

“You’re having trouble again,” Miguel said with a hint of concern. “Why didn’t you tell me to slow down earlier?”

You huffed. “I’m just a little disappointed that I couldn’t have the sushi,”

Miguel gave a small smile. He knew how much you had been craving the sushi from the restaurant and felt bad that you couldn’t have it.

He tried to sooth your disappointment. “Lo sé, amor,” he said. “But we have to think about the baby. Your health comes first,”

He gently pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around you and supporting your back as you continued to walk. “I know it’s hard, but it won’t be long now. Just a few more weeks and you’ll be able to eat all the sushi you want,”

“Yeah…this baby really doesn’t want to come out,” you sighed, glancing down at the bump. Miguel’s eyes followed, imagining your daughter inside.

He can already sense that she would inherit his stubbornness if she didn’t want to leave the comfort of the womb for the outside world— he smiled at the thought.

“I know. But she’ll come out when she’s ready. And she’ll be worth the wait, I promise,” Miguel felt the tension from your shoulders ease up at the thought. Thinking about holding your baby for the first time still felt surreal, even while you were fully developed.

“You know, I was kinda hoping I would start contracting back in the restaurant,” you mused.

“You’re that eager for the baby to come out, huh?”

“Uh huh, I think it’d be a pretty memorable experience,”

“It definitely will be memorable,” he imagined what it would be like if you suddenly writhe in pain the moment you get into labour while dining together. It didn’t seem like a pleasant scenario, however. “But I don’t think the other patrons would appreciate a surprise birth in the middle of dinner,”

“Right, of course,” you said. “But the food was still good though,”

“Yeah, it was.” He continued to walk by your side. “But I bet that sushi would’ve been tastier,” he added with a tease.

You rolled your eyes and pouted. “Urgh, don’t remind me,”

“Heh, I’m sorry amor,” he chuckled, his instinct quickly went on high alert again, focusing on your well-being.

His fingers traced circles on your back, a comforting reminder of his presence and support. He wanted to make sure he was there for you.

“I’ve heard women eat their own placenta,” you commented casually, breaking the comfortable silence.

Miguel couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose in disgust. He didn’t understand why you would bring it up, especially after a nice dinner. Knowing how easily queasy you could get, especially during your pregnancy, he was taken aback by your comment.

“Okay, that is gross,” he responded “I don’t want to think about eating your own placenta. Besides, there is no way that’s healthy, right?”

He knew you’d never entertain such an idea , especially if it’s people doing things online. He shook his head, trying to banish the unpleasant image.

“I don’t know, you’re the scientist here,” you said with a shrug

He couldn’t help but chuckle at that. He loved it when you would always remind him of his science background, something that he took pride in.

“Well, from a science perspective, I can tell you there’s no real evidence that eating your own placenta has any benefits.” He glanced at you before looking forward again. “I can imagine it being little too gritty and chewy like granola,”

“Eww I don’t think I can have granola the same now…” You scrunch your own face in disgust, mirroring Miguel's earlier reaction.

“Oh come on, mi vida. Don’t let the idea of eating a placenta ruin granola for you. There are plenty of other healthy food options like…uhm kale?”

“Kale?”

He couldn’t stop the grin from forming on his lips, clearly enjoying prodding you. “Yeah you know, the leafy stuff that tastes like grass.”

“Grass is appetising to you?”

He was clearly just milking it now out of spite and further teasing the conversation. “You don’t like the taste of grass? It boosts your immune system and gives you a healthy gut biome. You should definitely try it sometime,”

“Oh ok, cow.”

“Cow? Is that what you're gonna call me from now on?”

“Mooooo,” you mimicked, leaning into the joke.

“Okay okay I get it. I guess I’m a cow who likes eating grass and kale. You win this one, amor,” Miguel conceded.

Though he felt a swell of admiration towards you at that moment. Despite the discomfort you must’ve been feeling right now, you still managed to bring light into the situation.

You were definitely ready to be a mother and he couldn’t wait to see the more maternal nature from you.

Though in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder if you’re doing it to distract yourself or, worse, distract him from your unease.

He really hoped it was just the former; at least that would be more reasonable. He knew how stubborn you could be when it came to your well-being, and now wasn’t the best time for that, given your vulnerable state.

Memories of the last time you pushed yourself too hard, refusing to talk to him about your stress until you reached burnout, were still fresh in his mind.

“Next thing you know, you’re gonna say you smoke grass too,” And there was more of that smartass mouth of yours.

He set the earlier concerns aside and focused on coming up with a response to match your sarcasm. “Well I wouldn’t rule it out, maybe I’ll try some kale-wrapped placenta. Who knows?”

“Eww okay stop,” you wrinkled your nose in mock horror.

“Heh, you started it with the placenta talk, amor.”

“Yes, and you somehow made it worse,” you resorted, shaking your head. You both moved on from the placenta talk, shifting to a more pleasant topic the rest of the way home.

~

Miguel felt a wave of relief wash over him as he stepped foot into the house. The familiar surroundings offered a sense of security that eased his mind; knowing you were safe within these walls and away from any disturbance or danger from outside.

He watched as you padded over to the living room, your gait slowed by the weight of your baby bump. You sank onto the couch with a sigh. Despite the safety of indoors, Miguel’s protective instincts kept him alert with his eyes following your every move.

Ever since your due date had passed, Miguel had been anticipating the moment you would feel your first contraction.

Your hospital bag had been so packed for days, sitting in the corner of the room like a silent sentinel. It was filled with extra clothes, thick pads and everything else you might need. He was determined to be prepared for any eventuality.

But it seemed as though time stretched to a crawl as the days dragged on past your due date. Despite his effort to remain patient, he couldn’t help but feel a little restless yet excited for the baby’s arrival.

He settled onto the couch beside you and held the baby bump, feeling the gentle movements of your daughter inside. He wondered how you were feeling physically, sensing that must be feeling a mix of discomfort and anticipation.

Part of him wished for the labour to start soon, not just to end your pain but to finally see you hold your baby for the first time. He knew that moment would be etched in his memory forever.

He wanted nothing more than to come back into the apartment finally being a family of three. His eyes fell on you again; you looked worn out but you still looked stunning.

He had heard about the pregnancy glow but never truly believed it until he saw you. Your beauty seemed to shine even brighter through the fatigue and the physical toll of motherhood.

He felt you shift slightly, seeking a more comfortable position. “How are you feeling, amor? Do you need anything?” He asked softly.

You shook your head, offering a tired smile. “No, I’m okay. Just a little achy,”

“I can imagine…” he replied.

No, I don’t think I could even remotely imagine.

He could sense your aches, even if you were trying to downplay it. “How about we call it a night and get ready for bed? I can bring you some tea to help you relax,”

“That would be nice, actually. Thank you.” You said. Miguel stood to his feet and extended his hand to you. Once you grabbed it, he gently helped you to get to your feet too.

You headed over to the bedroom, the house hushed to a comfortable silence, while Miguel moved to the kitchen to prepare a cup of chamomile tea.

As the water heated on the stove, his mind drifted to the idea of different ways to induce labour. He had heard about more natural methods that could help get the baby moving.

But he was unsure how you would feel about the subject. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable and get you to do something that you were not too sure with.

Natural inducing was a delicate topic and he didn’t know how he was going to bring it up. Yet, with the increasing tension you must’ve been experiencing, he felt an urgency to find a solution. The sooner the better, right?

Once the tea was prepared he headed to the bedroom too and found you already nestled under the covers. He handed you the cup and settled beside you on the bed. “Here you go, sip it slowly.”

“Thank you, Miguel.” you said, taking the cup with a grateful smile.

Miguel took a moment to appreciate the sight of you. In your cozy pajamas, with your baby bump showing and your expression relaxed, you looked more radiant than ever.

He shook off his awe and focused on the topic that had been on his mind. The timing felt right but he decided to wait until you finished your tea before he spoke.

Once you’ve drained the cup, he took a deep breath. “I was thinking…I know we’re both anxious about when the baby will come. I think I might know something that could help induce labour.”

You placed the cup on the nightstand before turning to him. “You do?”

He leaned a little closer so he could study your face. “Yeah, it involves some…physical activities,”

Immediately you twisted your face, recalling a past memory. “Oh, please don’t make me use that exercise ball again,”

“No, not the exercise ball,” he chuckled before he retained his gentle tone.“There are some excerises, but we don’t need to do that now. I was thinking of something more intimate.”

Your eyebrows arched in understanding.“I’ve heard of that too, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?”

Relief and excitement swirled in Miguel’s heart at your openness. Though he didn’t want to put everything on you now. “Only if you’re comfortable. I know you're tired right now so we don’t need to do it tonight,”

You chewed on your lower lip, suppressing your grin from growing wide.“Oh well, I might have a little spare energy for this.”

“Oh? Too impatient for the baby to come out?”

“That and…you’re looking pretty irresistible right now,” he saw a flicker of something familiar in your eyes as you said that and it was too tempting not to give him.

He leaned in, capturing your lips with his in a deep kiss. He felt you respond back eagerly, your lips parted slightly as his tongue traced the contours of your mouth, silently asking for entry.

You opened up to him and he took that opportunity to map out your tongue to taste more of you. After pulling his lips away, he soaked in the sight of you and how flushed your lips were right now.

His voice dropped to a more soothing tone as he spoke. “Let me do the work, okay? You just lay back for me.”

He carefully stripped off your pants, with your undies remaining, before he removed his own. He gently guided you to lie on your side before he climbed onto the bed behind you. His chest was pressed against your back now and he wrapped an arm around you and caressed your bump.

“Comfortable?” He asked in a whisper.

“Yeah, are you?”

“Very.” he pressed up closer to you, molding his body against yours.

One of his hands reached lower to trace the edge of your undies between your thighs. He felt your twitch slightly at the touch and he couldn’t help the grin against your neck.

He reached lower until he felt the damp patch of the fabric and gently rubbed in a circular motion over your clothed folds and the clit.

“Mig—” you gasped, writhing under his touch. You were more sensitive now with your hormones flaring.

He groaned softly at the sound of you saying his name like that, so needy and desperate for him. “You’re so wet for me, amor.” He murmured.

You could only moan lowly in response as he dug his fingers through the panties to feel more of your wetness. Your panties cling to your core from your wetness as he lowered the fabric to expose the delicate area.

The undies were only pulled down up to your upper thighs but it was enough room for him to delve his fingers into your cunt, drawing in and out at a shallow pace.

You were so responsive and your pregnant bump made you look even more enticing right now. He added a second finger, increasing his pace ever so slightly while using the right amount of pressure to drive you wild.

He heard you gasp, loving how easily he could make you moan and forget about everything other than him. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he moaned against your ear.

You flushed again this chest, squirming until you rubbed against his groin and over his hard on. His breath caught against his throat, suddenly feeling his urges getting stronger. He wanted to be buried deep inside you right now but he didn’t want to rush things just yet.

“You’re making it hard for me to hold back,” his voice was strained as he breathed.

“Miguel, please—” you whined, rubbing your thigh desperately for some friction against the bundle of nerves.

Miguel’s control was hanging by a thread by now as he heard your plea. He slowly withdrew his fingers from you and shifted his body. He quickly lapped up your wetness from his digits before he started grinding his hard on against the rear.

His hands slip up your stomach again. He was infatuated by your bump and he couldn’t get enough of you.

“Are you sure you’re ready for me?” He breathed against your ear. He was aware of how more sensitive you were now and he wanted to make sure he prepped.

“Yes…please, I need you Miguel.” You begged further. The desperation in your voice pushed him to his breaking point.

He pulled away momentarily to lower his boxers and freed his aching cock. He stroked it a few times before he located your core between your thighs.

Once he found the jackpot, he slowly pushed himself inside. Immediately he was overwhelmed by you and your walls squeezing around him. You clenched onto the bed sheets beside you as he pushed further.

Once he had bottomed out, he felt his eagerness heighten and there was a hopefulness that this might be the chance to finally bring about the beginning of your labour, leading to the birth of your baby.

But at the same time, he couldn’t ignore the lingering nervousness on what’s to come and the significant changes that would happen.

But for tonight, he didn’t allow himself to focus on that— instead he wanted to bring you the bliss that you needed now before those hours of labour.

He let out a low groan into your neck before he started to drag himself out and slipped back in again, all while watching your face with a close eye.

He wanted to be able to pick up on your reaction through your micro facial expressions, even if he did only have a vantage view of your face from his position. Your mouth was parted open with the sound of your whine slipping from your lips.

His pace started off slow and steady so you both could get in the swing of things— and so he could adjust to the position. He had never made love to you like this so this was all new to him, especially with your new body.

He felt you tighten around him as he thrusted in and out of you, milking more moans and sweet sounds out of you. He kept his hands around your stomach, feeling the activity of the baby inside as he slowly increased his pace.

Your moans were becoming more frantic and high pitched from the mounted pleasure and how sensitive you were now. He could sense the familiar trance of your climax from the sounds you were making and how breathingless you were right now.

He moved his hand from your stomach to reach for your hand and threaded his fingers through yours. His lips remained near your ear and he kept his voice hushed. “That’s it, amor. Let yourself go.”

He heard you cry out his name in pure ecstasy as you reached your peak, sending a shiver down his spine. He continued to move inside you, helping you ride out your orgasm. His thrusts became more sporadic and jerky now as he felt his own peak crawl up to him.

With one finally thrust, he reached his own orgasm, coming hard inside of you and filling you with his release. He moaned your name, like it was painted on his tongue, as his body shuddered against yours.

He slowly pulled out from you and felt the withdrawal. Your bodies were still clung onto each other as both of you came down from your high. Miguel shuffled away to give you some room to breathe, with the sweat cooling his skin.

You turned your body over so you were facing him again before you wrapped yourself around him. “Do you think it worked?” You asked.

Miguel pulled you as close as you bump will allow. “Well, I don’t know for certain, but it was definitely worth a try. And even if it doesn't, we can keep trying.”

The thought did excite him, but he really hoped that it would work the first time. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Miguel’s hand continued to trace gentle patterns on your skin. A sense of satisfaction washed over him, and it blended seamlessly with the lingering pleasure of your intimacy.

“You know, after everything I’ve lost, I never thought I’d ever find happiness. I never thought I’d ever find someone who makes me feel alive again, someone to start a family with.” He sighed, tracing his fingers over the back of your neck affectionately. “Yet…here I am, married to the most incredible woman,”

“Well, I never thought I’d be married to Spiderman,” you replied with a cheeky grin.

Of course you would bring that up.

“Oh God, please don’t refer to me as that, not while I’m off the clock anyways,” he said, though internally your words felt like a warm embrace, filling him with a sense of fulfillment. “I’m not some special entity or idol, just a man who loves his wife,” he added.

“And a man who keeps the Multiverse intact,” you reminded him. He wasn’t always fond of his role as the leader of the Society, but the way you said it made it sound almost noble.

“Urgh, don’t remind me, you make it sound like I’m some sort of superhero. Can’t you just call me your husband for tonight,” there was a hint of vulnerability in his voice that he couldn’t hide, even if he was joking.

You looked up at him, your expression softened with affection, “You are, and you’re my hero too,”

Miguel felt his heart quicken seeing the way you looked at him. It wasn’t every day that he received the recognition that he deserved; but even when he did receive some praises here and there, it would never give the deep sense of gratification that he felt when hearing it from you.

You always knew how to make him feel not only noticed but appreciated too. It was almost surreal having someone like you to wake up to everyday. “You’re really giving me a big head you know that, but it’s nice to hear you say it,”

“Yeah…and you’ll be this little one’s hero too,” your gaze fell to your bump.

Miguel couldn’t stop himself from gently caressing your stomach, feeling the kicks from your daughter.

Any moment now.

Miguel kissed your forehead. “Let’s get some rest, tomorrow is another big day,” You were both lulled to sleep with your synced heartbeats.

~

The following morning, Miguel felt you gently shaking him awake. Blinking against the morning light, he focused on your excited expression. He was still defrosting from his slumber so he didn’t pick up on what you said until he heard the word contraction.

Immediately he felt his heart rate spike and he bolted upright. “Are you sure? When did you feel it?”

You beamed at him. “Just a few minutes ago. I tried to wake you but you were in a deep sleep. Should we get ready to go to the hospital?”

Miguel didn’t need to be asked twice before he was out of bed and freshening up in the bathroom. The entire morning, he was on high alert, making sure everything was in place, carrying the hospital bag to the car and making sure you were feeling okay, reminding you to focus on your breathing.

As you both stepped out of the front door, he halted as his mind started racing. He looked back at the house and realised the next time he walked through these doors and back inside, you would be a family of three.

This was something you’ve both been dreaming for a long time and having to experience it in real time still didn’t sink in yet. He stepped further out the house and locked the doors before he climbed into the car, taking his place behind the wheel.

Several hours of ice chips later, the first cry of your baby girl tore through the room. At that moment, time seemed to stand still. Everything and everyone else faded into the background and all Miguel could focus on was you and the baby.

When it was his turn to hold her, Miguel couldn’t form a single word until he saw her big eyes open for the first time, looking up at him. She probably recognised his voice as he offered soft words of comfort.

“Mi pequeña princesa,”

He felt a fierce sense of protectiveness over the baby. He wanted to hold her close, to keep her safe, but he was also aware of her fragility. So he found a careful balance, making sure she felt his warmth in his arms.

When it was time for your baby’s first feeding, Miguel watched you as you nursed your daughter for the first time. The nurse helped with the latching and the positioning so you would be more comfortable.

You brought the baby closer to your body, aligning her head with your nipple. You got the hang of it pretty quickly and soon, she got a good latch, with her tiny lips flared out.

Miguel watched in awe as she started to suck and draw out the milk. “She’s feeding, amor. You’re a natural at this,”

Once the baby’s feeding was done, you slowly guided her off your nipple and held her against your chest.

“Miguel, I did it!” You exclaimed, the excitement shining in your eyes.

“¡Por supuesto que lo hiciste! You did an amazing job.” He pulled you close and kissed the crown of your head.

“I couldn’t have gotten this far without you.” You confessed.

“That's not true. You're the one who gave birth to our little girl, and you're the one who is nursing her, giving her the best possible start in life. You're the strong, amazing, beautiful mother of our child. I'm just here to support you every step of the way.” Miguel quickly wiped the mist in his eyes, overcome with emotion.

“True, but I would be a mess without you,”

“And I would be lost without you. You may be the one bringing our baby into the world and feeding her, but I’m right here besides you,” he said, voice steady and reassuring. “I’ll do everything I can to make this journey easy for you,”

And he sealed his promise with a kiss on your forehead.

I shit you not, there are women out there who actually talk ab eating their own placenta on TikTok (TW if you get easily squeamish) ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

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Late Night Cravings

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

AN: Can't take these two anywhere lol

Synopsis: Those pregnancy cravings have you wanting more than just food 😏

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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It was getting close to midnight and being that you thought your stomach had finally calmed down from the morning sickness, you began to grow hungry. You had been nauseous and throwing up all day with hardly any relief. Jack was doing his best to help you feel better, but nothing had really helped before you drank the peppermint tea that he had made you. That was about an hour ago and you sat up in the bed before swinging your legs over the side and went into the walk-in closet to grab one of Jack’s hoodies and slipped on your slides.

You were trying to be quiet and not wake Jack up, but it didn’t help when you dropped your wallet on the floor and groaned having to lean down and pick it up. Your back was hurting way too much for that.

“Baby? What is going on and where are you going? It’s midnight.” Jack reached over to grab your wallet off the floor and didn’t hand it to you waiting for an explanation since he knew you were trying to escape.

“I’m hungry and I didn’t want to wake you up. I know you’re tired too with taking care of me. I figured I would go and get something and come right back.” You shrugged while trying to grab the wallet from him, but he moved so you wouldn’t be able to get it. 

“You should know better. You know you’re not going anywhere by yourself. How many times do I have to tell you that? I don’t care if I’m tired, my wife is pregnant and I’m going to take care of her.”

“I was only going down the street to…”

“Wing Stop?” Jack asked while raising his eyebrow at you and you immediately took this opportunity to glare at him. 

“You are not going to make me feel bad for wanting it so much, I blame you because you impregnated me. I was going to get Urban to go with me since he’s awake.”

“I’m going too, let’s go. And is that my hoodie?”

“Correction, our hoodie. This was on my side of the closet.”

“Do we even have our own sides anymore because your ass stays over in the section that was clearly for me.”

“I… well you can forget about it being our hoodie, this shit is mine now.”

“Don’t look for any of your Birkins tomorrow because I’ll hide them.”

“Fine. I’ll call Maggie.”

“YOU BETTER NOT!”

–

“Wait a minute, let me make sure I got this right.” Jack said once again while looking over at you to make sure he got your order right before getting out and going into Wing Stop.

“Just let me go get it. Last thing we need is preggo over here kicking our asses because you forgot something. I’ve had her order memorized since we left the damn house.” Urban responded from the backseat and you reached into your wallet to give him your credit card, but he quickly declined.

“I got it, bestie and I need to make a liquor store run while we’re out.”

“Okay, I appreciate you.” You said while your eyes started to water.

“Let me feed you because these hormones got you acting wild.” Was all Urban said as he got out the car and all you did was stick your middle finger up at him and stuck out your tongue.

“Do it again and I’ll cut it off.” You heard him yell before going in the store and Jack turned to you and you could feel him staring at you.

“Well damn, do you wanna fuck me? Why you staring at me so hard?” You asked while looking at him and rolling your eyes.

“I always want to fuck you so you better cut it out and behave. I will tear your ass up in the Wing Stop parking lot, don’t tempt me.”

“Oh really?” You asked while raising your eyebrow and all your husband did was smirk at you.

“Yes, but I was going to ask you if you were finally feeling better. I feel so bad that I really can’t do anything.”

“Yes you do. You take care of me to the best of your ability and that’s all I could ever ask for from you. I appreciate you so much, you have no idea. I thought the morning sickness would be over and done with by now, but it’s just something I just have to deal with. It’s not going to be forever.”

“I still feel bad though. Don’t like seeing my baby miserable.” Jack said while reaching over to kiss you.

“I know, but I owe you for taking care of me all day.”

“No you don’t. You’re my wife. It’s literally in my job description.”

“Yes, I do because I want to. And you’re my husband so this goes both ways, you know this.” You responded while turning Jack’s face towards you so you could kiss him. He leaned over closer to you to make it easier since your stomach was making it harder for you to maneuver. 

The make-out session began to get heated as Jack reached under his your shirt and started massaging your left breast which led you to deepen the kiss and you wanted him in you and wanted him in you now. 

You suddenly got an idea and pulled away from him smiling and all he was doing was looking curiously at you. You took your seatbelt off and leaned over to attempt to slide Jack’s shorts down clearly seeing how bricked up he was, but he immediately stopped you.

“It can wait until we get home, I want you to be comfortable. And there are way too many people in this parking lot.” Jack said, which led to you rolling your eyes and pouting because he wasn’t trying to let you get your way.

“What the? As much as I want to, I'm not riding you, all I wanted to do was put your dick in my mouth. And the windows are tinted, the last time that I checked.”

“What I said still stands as bad as I want you to.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll listen to you this time. Still remember how I did that when we were driving to Atlanta and Urb was in the back knocked out.”

“To this day, I think he was awake and didn’t say anything.” Jack confessed and all you did was shrug. 

“Either way, I’d do it again. Now can we go home so I can suck your dick since you won’t let me do it now?”

“If you ride my face first I’ll let you do anything you want.”

Ten minutes later when you were almost back home, you suddenly had a realization.

“BABY!”

“WHAT? ARE YOU OKAY?”

“I’M FINE! WE FORGOT URBAN! HOW DID WE FORGET OUR FIRST BORN?!

“OH FUCK.”

Just then your phone was going off and of course it was no one, but him.

“Did you…….? DID YOU TWO SERIOUSLY LEAVE ME HERE? WITHOUT ADULT SUPERVISION?”

“I’M SORRY URBY! WE’RE COMING!”

“What the hell?!?! Did you forget that I live with you two? AND I HAVE YOUR FOOD?!”

You then put the phone on speaker so Jack could hear him.

“I didn’t forget you live with us! I just…. Umm….”

“Yall were about to fuck in the damn car, weren’t you?”

“Uh…” Jack started to say, but Urban immediately cut him off.

“I CANNOT FUCKING STAND YOU TWO! YOU ALREADY PUT NOT ONE, BUT THREE IN HER! DON’T YOU THINK YOU’VE DONE ENOUGH!? STOP TOUCHING HER!”

“I CAN’T HELP IT! MY WIFE IS FINE AS SHIT!”

“Ohh, why thank you. Right back at you.” You responded and Urban immediately rolled his eyes. 

“Y/N! STAY ON TOPIC!”

“BUT I AM!”

“Just… meet me at the liquor store across from Wing Stop. I cannot believe yall asses. I’m about to light yall asses UP in the PG group chat.”

Once you hung up, Jack had stopped at a red light and the two of you looked over at each other before busting out laughing.

“Looks like I had a late night craving that had to do with my husband’s dick and not food.” 

“We should just leave him there.”

“JACKMAN THOMAS! WE ARE NOT LEAVING OUR FIRST BORN AT WING STOP AT 1 IN THE MORNING! HE COULD GET KIDNAPPED!”

“WHAT?! HE CAN CALL CURSE! AND WHO THE FUCK WOULD KIDNAP URBAN?!”

“YOUR CRAZY ASS FANS, THAT'S WHO. NEXT THING WE KNOW WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO PAY A RANSOM TO GET HIM BACK! AND HE HAS MY FOOD IN CASE YOU FORGOT?”

“Oh, so now you want the food? Two minutes ago you wanted my dick in your mouth.”

“Don’t act up. Because I won’t be putting it anywhere near my mouth if you keep getting smart with me.”

“You have other holes.”

“JACKMAN! I SWEAR!”

“WHAT?! WHAT I SAY?!”

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jackharlow: went to get wifey food at 1 am and horny hours began to set in. Pulled off without the food and ten minutes later she screams "BABY WE FORGOT URBAN! HOW DID WE FORGET OUR FIRST BORN!?" 😭

urbanwyatt: I will NEVER fucking forgive yall for this one. all because yall wanted to fuck like you haven't done enough of that already. NEWSFLASH your wife is PREGNANT WITH TRIPLETS, GET OFF OF HER!

saweetie: LMAOOOOO WHAT THE HELL?!?! POOR URBAN

urbandjack24: they treat my mans so bad 😭

softtcurse: should have left him there

urbanwyatt: YASMIN?!?!

jackharlow: softtcurse same thing I said to y/n, but she was convinced that someone would try to kidnap him and we would end up having to pay a ransom to get him back so she made me drive and go get him

danivalentine: y/ninsta you would come up with that lmao

softtcurse: urbanwyatt yes? love you 💖

urbanwyatt: softtcurse I beg to differ, but love you too

druski2funny: and yall went out to eat again without inviting me

y/ninsta: druski2funny we didn't even eat 👀

jackharlow: druski2funny at least not right away, but um... I did. My baby was keeping my meal warm for me. 😏

urbanwyatt: nasty asses, I fucking SWEAR!

jackharlowsource: he can tell it's warm so he asked wifey if he could dive in 😏

druski2funny: jackharlow it would only be right if you threw some ranch on there

y/ninsta: BYE DRUSKI

jackharlow: druski2funny look, I already have her screaming as it is. adding ranch to it, I would never come up for air and would probably send her into another dimension. BABY! I WANNA TRY THIS!

y/ninsta: jackharlow no.

jackharlow: y/ninsta 😕

y/ninsta: jackharlow you are NOT putting fucking ranch anywhere near my pussy so you can fucking FORGET IT. what the actual FUCK is your problem? STOP LISTENING TO DRUSKI

jackandy/naremyparents: here they horny asses go

lilnasx: not yall leaving Urban!

y/ninsta: jackharlow if we divorce, imma need child support for Urban and I want full custody

jackharlow: y/ninsta over my dead fucking body. he's living with me and you'll be paying me child support.

urbanwyatt: so either of yall can forget me in another country next time? count me out. 2forwoyne gets full custody of me because the judge will be hearing about what happened tonight

2forwoyne: urbanwyatt who said I wanted you?

y/ninsta: DAMN DOUBLE HOMICIDE

urbanwyatt: not yall coming for me after I GOT ABANDONED IN A DARK COLD PARKING LOT AT 1 AM WITHOUT MY PARENTS

druski2funny: urbanwyatt I'll take custody of you

urbanwyatt: druski2funny hard pass

jackharlow: urbanwyatt stop being dramatic, we came and got you

urbanwyatt: jackharlow AFTER YOUR WIFE HAD TO TELL YOU THAT YOU FORGOT ME IN THE FIRST PLACE

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt we love you Urby!

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta clearly not enough. you almost made me an orphan tonight.

sza: and we thought jack was the dramatic one

jackharlow: y/ninsta I might need to take you up on that offer soon 👀

y/ninsta: jackharlow name the time and place baby 👀

jackharlow: but let's do it in the air

urbanwyatt: NO!

y/ninsta: lmaoooo fuck private, we're doing that shit commercial. say less daddy

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He's my valentine~ // Best Friend!John "Soap" Mctavish x Mafia!Male!Reader

You and Johnny have been friends for a damn long time, what happens when you slowly realize you have feelings for the man? Does he love you back? Surely he does right? Surely. But how can he love a man like you? Someone that does the things you do.

Chap 1 : Night time Maccies run.

[Prologue][Chap 2]

CW : Mafia and Military inaccuracies ( I am in neither lord so help me), somewhat vague descriptions of gore, blood, implied torture, murder, kidnapping, reader vaping and the two besties being gross.

“Around what time do you think you’re coming home Johnny?” You asked, as you talked to him through the phone.

“I'll be home around two in the morning, I'll have tae get ye to open the door for me lad.” Johnny responded happily to which you nodded and looked back at the tied up debtor in front of you.

“Right, I'll see you when you get to the house, yeah? I gots to get back to work.” You smiled and he let out a whine.

“But- Ah whatever i'll see ya later lad.” He muttered as he begrudgingly ended the call. You silently put your phone back in your pocket and smile at the captive in front of you.

“Hmph… Now where were we?” You sighed.

—

You leaned against your car, having come to the base instead of having him come to your shared apartment. You stood up properly when you saw Johnny, who seemed to look extra happy to see you since he quickly ran up and hugged you.

He smelled of wet grass, gunpowder, sweat and…blood. Did you care? No. Why would you? After all, your job is not as different as you'd like to think. You knew as a man in the military he would have to get his hands bloody eventually.

“Cmon Johnny, let's go home. You must be tired, huh?” You smirk, teasing him a little, to which he nods and sits on the passenger side. You glance over, checking to see if he's all buckled in, and he is. Sleeping too, his head leaned against the window, body slumped on the seat a little, it made you chuckle, shake your head and start your quiet drive to your home. A quaint thing, you had bought it a couple years back and started living with Johnny there. Johnny on the way home wakes up, all grumpy, stomach growling and all.

“I’m hungry…” Johnny grumbled and looked at you while putting his hand on his stomach, still sitting wrong on the seat.

“You want Maccies?” You asked, eyes flicking towards him, he gives you a nod and you nod in return, setting your course to the nearest mcdonalds. Soon after you arrive the two of you go through the drive through.

“Can I please get a large big mac meal with large fries, no pickles on that one please, a large coke with that one, yeah. And can I get a large iced latte, caramel syrup please and a large fries.”

“And an oreo McFlurry…”

“And an Oreo McFlurry.” You repeated and pulled up to the next window, paying for it, then pulling up to the next window.

“Thanks.” Johnny mumbled as he slowly started waking up fully.

“No problem. Don't need to pay me back for this one love, just dont choke right?” You chuckle as you hand him the paper bag full of food and drive to the large empty parking lot after rolling the window up. Johnny hands you your fries and drink before digging in on his burger, you chuckle and wipe a crumb off his face.

"Got work tomorrow morning?" Johnny asked with his mouth full.

"Nah, but I will take work calls just in case they need help, I'm all yours while you're home though." You say as you sip on your iced latte and eat a few chips.

"Thas good. Thas good… " Johnny smiled and finished up his burger, burping loudly making the two of you laugh.

"Jeeeesus man, you burp like yer dad!." You say while panting slightly from laughing too much.

"Nuh uh!"

"Yuh huh!"

"Call 'im!"

"Maybe I will… not… It's 3:40 am dude. Big man would kill me if I did." You both shudder at the thought of Johnny's dad all grumpy and woken up in the middle of the night just to be asked a silly question. He just nods in understanding of you not wanting to die that way.

"Head home?" Johnny asked and you nodded. You soon started your drive home, it was quiet and peaceful, so much so that Johnny had fallen back asleep. The ride home was still long anyways, you had time to think…

—

"Please! Ill have the money by next week! I swear, i just need more ti- Gh!" The man struggled against one of your goons' hand as he was grabbed by the throat and held up high against the wall. Tou walk up to the lowlife slowly, taking a puff of your vape, your favorite flavor.

"You're pathetic eh? Lowlife scum gamblin everythin away while your missus and kids struggle at home huh?" You scoff and blow the smoke right into his face becore nodding to your men, letting the man drop.

"Im gonna fuckin make you beg for death."

—

You had killed before this was recent so it was fresh on your mind, you had killed the man just today but had started on him last week, it only took a day for the man to finally break and start begging to be set free, and two days to start begging to die. Then, you killed him.

—

"Sir, cleanup crew will be here half past 2." One of your subordinates informed you, with you crouched over the disemboweled man in front of you. His disfigured face permanently locked in a state of horror. Blood all over your hands and soles of your shoes along with the clear apron you wore to protect your clothes, after all you didnt want to have to either burn your clothes nor try to get the bloodstains out.

—

You sigh softly, now just pulling into your garage, you unbuckle yourself then johnny, smiling tp yourself as you carry the man to his room.

"Night shithead." You whisper softly and go to walk off but he stops you by pulling you into bed with him. He holds you tight, giving you no room to wiggle your way out. Soon enough you feel yourself falling asleep, your eyes feeling heavier and heavier.

SO SORRY THAT WAS SO LATE SCHOOL IS LITERAL HELL- AAAANYWAYS HERES MY masterlist AND AND AND UH... HERE EAT UP!!!!

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 03 - Reise]

• Reise (German, journey)

Warnings: Jinnie & OC share a cute friendship date, he tells her his story, there is also lots of grief in this chapter, and vampire on vampire violence & death

Wordcount: 10.3k

a/n: lots is happening in this chapter. get ready, besties

You feel ready to face the world come the next morning. You know that at some point yesterday the others knocked on your door, but you were too busy with housing Yoongi’s face between your legs to open the door for them. They gave up afterwards, doing god knows what.

Yoongi was still in the bathroom, while you were lounging on your bed fully dressed and with your hair actually styled.

Your stomach is rumbling like crazy. You are so hungry. You are going to eat ten servings of breakfast, that much is sure.

“Yoongi, how long are you still going to take? I’m so hungry”, you call out for him.

“Soon. Be patient”, he calls back.

“Uff”, you let out and drop into the sheets, “he’s taking so long.”

As if he heard your words, the lock suddenly turns. You sit back up.

Yoongi comes out in the outfit he chose. Black pants and a black t-shirt. Typical for him. You coo and whistle, flustering him deeply. 

“Stop that”, he hisses. 

“You are the most handsome”, you gush, “give me a pose.”

“No.”

“Come on, one pose.”

“No.”

You wiggle your brows at him to which he rolls his eyes. He sighs, then gives you the tiniest of poses. Just his arms stretched away from his torso and with his legs perfectly straight.

“Ooh perfect pose. Nine out of ten, the execution was flawless, your face doesn’t convince me however.”

Yoongi drops his arms. 

“Whatever, you got your pose. Can we go now?”

“Yes”, you say and waddle to him just to grab his waist and knead it. 

“Don’t”, he says, squirming out of your hold like a cat that doesn’t want to be held. 

“Are you ticklish? That’s the second time you are squirming. Please tell me that you’re ticklish”, you say, making grabby hands at his waist. 

Yoongi dodges you skilfully, grabbing your wrists to hold them tightly.

“I’m not ticklish. I just don’t like being kneaded like I’m bread.”

“But you are bread. You’re my sweet bread.”

“Stop”, he hisses.

“No”, you grin at him.

“You brat”, he mumbles, intertwining his fingers with you to drag you out of the room.

You know that Yoongi doesn’t see brat as an insult – at least not for you or Jungkook – so you giggle, skipping next to him whilst swinging your arms back and forth.

“I’m so happy we’re together again, Yoongi Boongie. I’m so excited to see the world with you.”

Yoongi locks his hotel room then puts the keys into the front pocket of his jacket.

“Don’t get too excited. I can’t promise you lots of sightseeing. Not with my schedule.”

“I’m sure that we will find some time”, you draw closer, squishing your cheek against his shoulder, “if not, I’ll just have to force you to relax.”

He sneaks a glance at you, trying to frown but ending up giving your cheek a soft peck.

“You should get some breakfast before anything else”, he says, “I don’t want you walking around hungry.”

“Mhm right”, you agree, “I’m so hungry already. I plan on emptying the entire buffet.”

“I’m sure you will. You should eat lots, princess. You need the strength”, he says, caressing your knuckles.

You meet Hoseok by the elevator.

“Oh? Hey guys”, he says and yawns, “how did you sleep?”

“Better than you so it seems”, you say, sticking your finger into his open mouth which earns you a soft bite.

With a hiss you pull back, sending him a look while Hoseok is grinning boyishly.

“I actually slept very well. Too well, if I’m being honest”, he says, stepping into the elevator, “The others and I went out last night and it got pretty late. We wanted to ask you guys if you wanted to come but you were fucking.”

“So uncalled for, Hobi” you mumble, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Don’t worry, you guys sound good when you fuck.”

“Hoseok”, you warn.

“Okay, okay sorry”, Hoseok chuckles, lifting his hands in defeat.

“Tch so rude”, you mumble, nudging his tummy, “either way. Where did you guys go?”

“Just a rave. Tae knew about it and asked us to go with him. You guys, people in Berlin know how to rave. I had so much fun, no joke”, Hoseok says.

“Mhm, I bet you did.”

“Yeah and Tae tried to flirt with Kook all night, but Kook refused him. Honestly? I think something happened between those two that Kook doesn’t want to tell us. There is a weird energy between them, which I can’t quite make out.”

“So you noticed it too? I felt it too”, you agree.

“Yeah it’s so strange. I’m telling you, those two are gonna fuck real soon. I can feel it.”

“Tch”, you chuckle, “I think you’re just being a perv again. Seriously Hobi, stop being so invested on other people’s sex life.”

Hoseok grins boyishly, “I’ll try”, he says, not meaning it. Then he averts his eyes to Yoongi, “how are you, man? I didn’t get a chance to talk to you yesterday, given how you and ___ just bailed and then railed each other for an entire day.”

“Geez Hoseok”, you murmur, flustering deeply.

Yoongi doesn’t show that he was flustered, looking at Hoseok with a neutral expression.

“I’m good”, he answers him nonchalantly.

“I heard that you are feeling these days”, Hoseok smiles then places his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder, “I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks”, Yoongi mumbles, now clearly flustered, “I uhm..” he clears his throat, “…you dyed your hair?” his sentence almost sounds like a question, as if he wanted to make sure that such a sentence was a good small talk starter.

Hoseok touches his black hair, fixing his sides with the back of his hands.

“I did. I was getting fed up with always having to redo the blonde, so I’m keeping it simple these days”, he says, fluffing up the back, “although I’m keeping it longer. It suits me, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, uh…it’s uh…a good length.”

“Thanks”, Hoseok gives Yoongi a sweet grin, making the latter look away in shyness. Hoseok gives him one last pat on his shoulder then steps back, exchanging a knowing look with you. This right here was Yoongi trying to be nice and being very awkward about making friends. You won’t call him out on it. It’s way too sweet to ruin it.

“I see that you’re growing your hair too. It’s funky, I like it”, Hoseok compliments Yoongi to which the latter flusters and touches the side of his neck.

“Thanks”, he mumbles.

Hoseok turns to you, knowing that Yoongi already said what he wanted to say.

“So did you guys catch up with each other?” he asks.

“You’re gross.”

“I’m not gross”, he says and studies your neck, “it seems like you guys did.”

“You are so inappropriate”, you groan, covering your neck, “where are the others?”

“Eating breakfast. They woke up early and went downstairs already. I don’t get how they did, it became so later yesterday. I almost didn’t manage to get outta bed today and that says a lot because normally I’m always the first one awake.”

“Maybe you just slept deeper than the others.”

“Yeah, probably. The pillows are so comfortable.”

“Right? I think so too. Gosh, no joke though? I can’t wait to eat. I’m so freaking hungry”, you say, stepping out the elevator as it arrived in the lobby just this moment.

“You’ll get food soon, I’m sure of it”, Hoseok assures you, walking next to you with a smooth swing in his hips. The chains on his baggy jeans make a little jingling sound with each step he takes.

The hotel’s restaurant is located just past the lobby, behind a set of swing doors. They are currently held open by two big statues, giving view to the tables and the busy restaurant.

You abandon Yoongi and Hoseok by them, hurrying straight to the buffet. You are way too hungry to care about anything other than food.

It was the right decision. You are greeted with the most delicious looking food and an array of beverages to accompany it and for the next minutes you are focused on nothing other than getting the best array of food onto your plates.

You decide to go for one plate of salty food and one plate of sweet food, topping it with a cup of tea and a glass of orange juice. Truly, you feel in breakfast paradise, hurrying to your table with a tray in your hands.

The others picked out a table in the darkest corner of the restaurant, far away from sunlight so they wouldn’t have to sit in this room with sunglasses on. It’s a good decision, otherwise they would draw way too much attention on them.

Jungkook is frowning at Taehyung, chewing his breakfast donut way too aggressively when you arrive by the table. The latter is talking to Seokjin, oblivious to Jungkook’s stares. Or at least he acts oblivious to them.

“Good morning”, you greet them.

Jungkook’s eyes shift to you, lighting up.

“Good morning, ___. How are you?” he says and smiles.

“Very good and you?” you say, sitting down with Yoongi’s help.

“So good”, Jungkook scrunches his nose up, “I’m so happy that you are here now. I really missed you.”

“I missed you too, Kookie. I’m happy to be here with you”, you say and thank Yoongi for pushing in your chair, “waah I can’t wait to dig in”, you say and shift your full attention to the food.

Yoongi sits back down, accepting the cup of coffee you brought him. He drinks it with sparkling eyes, even if other than that, he looks unaffected by the gesture.

“The food’s amazing, isn’t it?” Seokjin asks.

“It’s amazing”, you mumble with your mouth full.

Seokjin smiles fondly and looks at Yoongi.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I heard that you’re still looking for Emma.”

“Yes, but I have a lead. I want to check it out today.”

“Mhm, maybe you’ll find her.”

“Thank you. I hope so too.”

“How long are you guys going to stay?” Jungkook asks.

“A while. I can’t say yet”, you say, glancing at Yoongi, “you won’t get rid of me that easily however, I plan on being by your side for a long time.”

Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly.

“That’s good news. I’m happy that you are here now”, Jungkook says and grins, “I swear it’s been too long since we last talked.”

“Right? We really have to catch up”, you agree.

“Yes, indeed. I would love to catch up with you”, Taehyung says, sending Jungkook a look.

One which Jungkook ignores with a clenched jaw. There it was again, that weird tension between them.

“I heard that you want to find Emma in Berlin”, Jungkook says, looking at Seokjin, “that’s so cool, hyung. I seriously hope that you will find her.”

One must know that they had this same exact conversation already. Jungkook is attempting to act uninterested in Taehyung’s attention.

“Me too to be honest”, luckily for him, Seokjin is burning to talk about it again. It is, after all, everything he is thinking about lately, “I miss her more and more each day”, he says, sighing loudly, “I feel like my heart could burst with all the love I have for her.”

“Maybe you should prepare for the worst”, Yoongi says, making you all look at him, “I’m just saying, you haven’t seen Emma in a century. She could have changed or found someone else.”

“Yoongi, don’t say that”, you whisper, nudging his arm.

“What? I’m just saying”, Yoongi whines.

“Yes, but let’s hope for the best first and think of the worst last.”

Yoongi frowns, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“No, he’s right”, Seokjin says, “I shouldn’t put so much hope in this search. I know that it will end in more heartbreak than happiness. I’m so fucking childish, aren’t I?”

“No, you’re not.”

“Maybe just really naïve”, Yoongi says.

“Yoongi, come on”, you whisper.

“What? I’m just saying.”

“Seriously, it’s fine ___”, Seokjin assures you, “I can take the truth. I actually prefer it. Thank you for keeping it real, Yoongi.”

“Mhm yeah”, Yoongi nods his head, “I hope that you find her and it turns out well for you. Don’t think that I don’t.”

“I know, thank you”, Seokjin gives him a smile. One which Yoongi doesn’t retort as he is far too shy to do so. Seokjin looks at the rest of you, “I’ll leave after breakfast. You guys are free to join me if you want to.”

“I’ll pass. Kook and I have to track down a few of Namjoon’s followers. You guys are free to join us”, Yoongi says and looks at you, “not you though. You should go with Seokjin, it’s too dangerous with us.”

“I figured that it was”, you say, looking at Seokjin, “can I come with you? I promise that I’ll be quiet if you find her. You won’t even notice that I’m here.”

“Of course you can come”, Seokjin says, nodding his head, “I’ll just have to change into different clothes and then we can go.”

“Sure, take your time. I’ll be getting another plate of those amazing scrambled eggs either way”, you say, standing up to refill your plate.

You retreat to your rooms after breakfast, getting ready for the day. While Yoongi and his group prepare by putting on their sturdiest clothes, you and Seokjin choose something light to walk around in. After all, you weren’t planning on fighting anyone today. At least you hope that you won’t have to.

You meet up again outside the hotel where Yoongi already parked his car. The latter lets his eyes run up and down your body once before he looks at Seokjin instead.

“I’m trusting you to keep her safe”, he tells him.

“Don’t worry, I will”, Seokjin promises him.

“Good”, Yoongi says and turns to you.

“Stay safe”, you say and step close to kiss his lips, but Yoongi takes a step back. He sends you a look, one you figured out long ago stems from a place of discomfort public shows of affection bring him.

“Uhm”, he places his hand atop your head to give you two pats. Then he steps back, “I’ll see you later”, he says and presses himself past you to stomp to the car. 

“Don’t take it personal, ___”, Hoseok tries to comfort you, but you dismiss him with a shake of your head. 

“I know how he meant it. I know how he is.” 

“Well, that’s good. I’m sure he’s very thrilled about your sweet words.”

“I’m sure he is”, Taehyung says with a reassuring smile. He leans in to kiss your cheek, “stay safe, my darling. And call me if you need anything.”

“You too, my darling. I’ll call you”, you tell him, looking at the others, “and you too. I want you all back in one piece.”

“We will, don’t worry”, Hoseok says. 

“I’ll see you later, ___”, Jungkook says and grins.

He is the first one to leave, taking the passenger seat. Taehyung is next, wishing you a nice day. Hoseok was the last one to leave, giving Seokjin and you a hug each. They drive off moments later, leaving you and Seokjin alone by the hotel.

You turn to Seokjin.

“So where to now?” you ask him. He is looking into his phone as he is currently planning the route you will have to take to get to your destination. He lifts his eyes, looking at you.

“The train station. According to my sources, Emma was spotted a little outside of Berlin”, Seokjin explains.

“Lead the way then”, you say, beginning your journey of finding Emma.

Seokjin is shimmying nervously the entire train ride with his left knee bouncing up and down nervously and his nails between his teeth. He doesn’t talk a lot as he is most definitely lost in his thoughts. You understand him. It must be really exciting for him to possibly meet Emma today. You spent most of the time reading the book you brought with you. It was a really good book.

You lift your head to check up on him. He is shimmying even more than he did before. Poor boy. You place the bookmark on the right page and set the book aside after to reach over and pat his knee.

Seokjin flinches as he didn’t expect the touch, breaking his eyes away from outside to look at you.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

“Why?”

“Because you’ve been fidgeting ever since we boarded this train.”

“No, I’m literally dying in nervousness”, Seokjin confesses, “I could potentially meet Emma today. It’s killing me. Do I look good? Did I overdo it?”

You study him from head to toe.

Seokjin decided on a combination of a beige linen suit and a white button up under a linen corset vest. It is accentuating his petite waist and broad shoulders. He also opted for closed brown leather shoes, but already regrets his choice as his feet are terribly hot. He wanted to wears gloves as well, but thankfully decided against them, going for golden rings and an expensive watch instead.

“I think you look very handsome”, you tell him.

Seokjin looks at his own reflection in the train window, fixing strands of his hair. It didn’t need any fixing, but Seokjin thought that it really did.  

“Did I overdress? Oh god, did I actually overdress?” he says, twisting and turning in his seat as he inspects his distorted reflection. He has long stopped dressing well every day. He did so for the longest time, but as the decades became more relaxed and the fashion less and less body fitting, Seokjin also stopped dressing up daily. He still likes to dress well, but he doesn’t do so every day. There are even days where he spends his hours in nothing but his pyjamas and fluffy slippers. He calls those days his free days and wants to do nothing more than lie around and play games. He thinks that he might have overdressed today. He looks ridiculous.

“No, you look good”, you assure him, “don’t worry Jinnie, she’ll see you and swoon.”

Seokjin looks at you with pink ears.

“You think so?” he asks in a shy voice.

“Yes, I really do”, you say, giving him a smile, “it fits you very well.”

Seokjin touches his own tummy, rubbing it gently.

“Thank you”, he murmurs shyly, eyes running over his own legs, “I probably should have dressed in white tie attire, because she doesn’t deserve any less. Oh dear, did I under dress?” he gasps with widened eyes, “should I have worn a tie? I should have, shouldn’t I? Oh god.”

Seokjin quickly fetches his phone and looks for the closest tailor. “I have to get tie. A, a brown one, matching with my shoes. Or perhaps should I get a black one for a certain dot of change? Maybe a colourful one would be best”, he babbles and huffs out air, touching his own forehead, “I can’t decide. What if I choose the wrong colour and Emma will hate it? ___, I don’t know what to do”, he says, looking at you for help.

“Relax. You look handsome just the way you are”, you assure him, taking his hand to squeeze it gently, “don’t worry about it too much.”

Seokjin exhales loudly, sagging his shoulders in defeat.

“You are right. Oh god, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so nervous. This is the clearest lead I’ve ever gotten. I’ve never been that close to finding her.”

“I can only imagine how excited you are.”

“I’m so excited, but also really nervous. Do you really think that she’ll like my outfit?”

“Yes, she will. I’m honest.”

“Okay, okay. Good, yes good”, Seokjin exhales in relief, “I’m seriously going insane.”

“I can’t even tell”, you tease him.

Seokjin wanted to throw something back at you, but can’t as the train announces your stop.

“Oh! It’s our stop”, he gasps, jumping to his feet, “quick! It’s our stop!”

“Seokjin, wait for me”, you say, stumbling to your feet and running after Seokjin.

Seokjin is already by the door, fumbling with the buttons on his vest. He wonders if people can see how nervous he was or if he is hiding it well enough.

The doors open. You reach his side, panting slightly.

“You are way too fast”, you say.

You let a couple and an elderly man leave the train before you, then it is finally your turn to get off. The crowd is tense on the platform, an array of languages surrounds you. Many Seokjin understands, but countless more are unknown to him. There is a British couple arguing about whether or not they have to take this train three stations or two. There is a group of Turkish girls giggling about how beautiful it was here and that the sun was just right. Seokjin agrees with them, fixing the dark sunglasses perched atop his nose. As long as he has his glasses, the sun is wonderful. There is a friend group of Korean guys, who currently talk about whether to go left or right on the platform. They send Seokjin a look as you and he pass them and for a moment he wonders if they wanted to call out to him to ask for his advice. He hopes that they don’t because his Korean is rusty these days. They don’t in the end and the two of you leave them on the platform, never to see them again.

There are also too many locals to count, speaking on the phone, listening to music, talking to each other. Seokjin understands their conversations, but soon stops listening in, hurrying up the stairs to the exit.

He takes two at a time, careful not to bump into people.

“Seokjin slow down, I’m not that fast”, you complain, trying to keep up with him.

Seokjin turns, looking at you.

“I’m sorry”, he says, slowing down, “I was lost in my thoughts. Are you okay?”

“Yes, just out of breath”, you reach his side, holding his arm to make sure that he can’t escape again, “what were you thinking about either way?”

“Just that there are many people here”, he says, intertwining his fingers with you, “come, let’s get outside. I’m sure there are less people on the street.”

Seokjin was right. The crowds become less tense once you are upstairs, breaking up completely once you are outside the station.

The two of you stop just a few steps down the road under a tall oak tree. He inhales deeply. You do the same. The air is so much fresher here than it was in Berlin.

“It smells so good here”, you say.

“I think so too”, he agrees and sighs, “it’s good. It means that Emma can breathe in good air day by day.”

You sneak a glance at him, having to smile fondly. He is adorable when he is in love.

Seokjin scrunches his nose up at the feeling of butterflies in his tummy. He giggles and continues walking with a slight skip in his steps, swinging your hands back and forth.

“Do you think that she will recognise me?”

“I’m sure she will.”

“How do you think will she react? I’m so scared that she doesn’t want to see me or hear me out.”

“I mean, the possibility is definitely there, but I am sure that it won’t be like that.”

“Oh god do you think so? Oh god what if I mess up?” he says, touching his own forehead, “I’ve been practicing my words in my head ever since the morning, but what if I mess up?”

“Well, what do you want to do?” you ask him.

“I will start by greeting her. I have to get a bouquet of tulips. In yellow, because that has always been her favourite colour. She says it’s because yellow makes her skin glow and I think so too”, he says, smiling, “oh ___, I’ve always loved it most when she wore yellow dresses, she looked so beautiful in them”, Seokjin says and smiles dreamily, doing a little skip in his steps because he felt happy, “I can’t wait to see her again. I’m sure that she is even more beautiful than she was in the past. She has to be. She is Emma. Of course she will grow more beautiful day by day.”

“You are so whipped”, you say, nudging his arm with your own.

He sends you a look, pouting. His ears are beet red in embarrassment.

“Whatever, I’m just saying”, he mumbles, making you chuckle fondly.

You cross into a corner, dodging a woman before she could collide with you. You cross paths with a mellifluous scent of fresh coffee next. It halts your steps.

“Oh it smells amazing here”, you say.

“Right?” Seokjin agrees.

The two of you backtrack, looking into the opened café. There are currently three other people inside the small shop and the radio play slow jazz.

“Do you want to get a cup?” he offers.

“Only if they offer tea. I don’t like coffee”, you say.

“Want to check it out?”

“We could do that.”

And so it happens that you enter the café together, getting in line behind the other customers. You turn to Seokjin.

“So you plan on getting her tulips. Why is that?”

“Tulips have always been her favourite flowers”, Seokjin explains, “when we were dating, we had this tradition that I would bring home tulips after work and in return she would kiss my cheek. I always loved the tradition and I thought that maybe if I showed up with tulips, she would know who I am.”

“This is really sweet of you. Gosh Jinnie, you are really going all out aren’t you?”

“Am I overdoing it?”

“No, I don’t think you are.”

“Okay, okay good”, Seokjin says and looks around the café.

You do the same and for the next few minutes you share silence as you people watch.

The lady before you orders a macchiato and a croissant. She leaves after getting both. An elderly lady eats cake by the window and drinks black coffee with it. Another lady eats onion soup with fresh cheese sticks. There is also another young woman right behind you, reading a book whilst standing.

“It seems that this café is very popular with the ladies”, Seokjin says.

“Yes, it’s really pretty. I can see why.”

“Do you think that I should take Emma here for a date?”

“I mean, it is a beautiful spot”, you say, “maybe you could ask her.”

“Yes, I will do that”, Seokjin says and nods his head.

It is your turn to order. You choose to go with a cup of peppermint tea and a chocolate donut and Seokjin chooses to go with a cup of mocha latte.

You leave the café together, enjoying your refreshments whilst wandering through the beautiful streets. The buildings have many years written on them, but it is clear that they are well loved by the city. The architecture may be a part of history, but the façades are all clean. You think that Taehyung would love this type of architecture and if he was with you right now, he would ask to take a picture of you in front of one of the houses.

“May I ask”, you break the comfortable silence, “where did you hear about Emma’s whereabouts?”

“An old friend of mine”, Seokjin answers you, “he said that his partner spotted someone with Emma’s features boarding the train to Bernau.”

“I see. And is that source trustworthy?”

“I really hope that he is, otherwise I’ll be heartbroken.”

“Well then, let’s hope that he is”, you say, “how is your coffee?”

“Really good. How’s your tea?”

“Yummy.”

“Good, that’s good”, Seokjin says, stopping in his steps, “we have to go there”, he tells you, disappearing in a narrow alleyway.

You follow him.

“Where are we going now?” you ask him.

“A florist”, he says, looking into his phone, “I have to get tulips first.”

“I see. And where do we have to go then?”

“I can’t say yet. She must be somewhere here so maybe let’s walk around and hope that we can bump into her.”

“That sounds like a plan”, you say, taking a bite of your donut.

And so it happens that you and Seokjin find yourself wandering the streets of this small German town, gradually finishing your refreshments and talking about Seokjin’s life with Emma.

He tells you about how he met her when she just turned twenty three and that they spent six years together. Emma lived comfortably back then. She was neither a factory worker nor was she also part of the elite. Her father was a merchant doing trade with the Middle East and brought home enough money that they could live comfortably in a townhouse in London. Seokjin lived in London at that time as well, spending his days at the libraries in search for something that could entertain his endless boredom. He met Emma during one of his library visits and they instantly clicked.

Seokjin tells you that he planned on marrying her, but that he never got the chance to propose as she died before that could happen. He says that these days he knows that she didn’t and he admits that it hurts him that she never set out to look for him, but that he can’t blame her.

Seokjin also tells you that he tried to live a good life in case Emma stumbled upon him. He wanted to make a good impression on her and not scare her away.

Seokjin tells you about his time in the Wars. He hated it, but he saw it as his duty. If other men had to leave their homes, so had he. He healed a lot of people in the war with the help of his blood. He thought about being a vampire differently back then. He was more reckless. He thinks that he might have turned a few people as well without knowing that he did. The ones who were already too close to dying. Seokjin tells you that he never checked up on them again, but he thinks that he might have turned a few people without wanting to. Seokjin hopes that if he did, they are living a good life these days. Imagining that they couldn’t and that he was the reason for it, fills him with too much grief.

You assure him that if he did, they surely are because they had him as a sire. Seokjin smiled at you because of it and continued his story when you asked for more.

The sun had long passed its zenith by that time and Seokjin was able to take off his sunglasses. You had also checked on a big part of town already, but hadn’t met Emma yet.

Seokjin tells you that the years after Emma were filled with grief and hatred. He knew of Alpha, but could never bear to face them. He hated them so much that he wanted them dead, but he knew of their ages and knew not to intervene. Seokjin admits that there were many moments where he considered fighting them just so they could kill him and take the pain of losing Emma from him. Seokjin never really went through with it. So Seokjin left Europe to return to his home country, hoping to find happiness there and he did.

Seokjin met Jungkook in the seventies. The younger vampire lived in the sewers under the city of Busan at that time. Seokjin accidentally stumbled upon him as he followed a trail blood. Jungkook was in the middle of ripping a poor man apart and at first Seokjin wanted to kill him, but then Jungkook began crying. He fell to his knees and looked at Seokjin with innocent, heartbroken eyes and the involuntary murder covering his entire face and he begged him for help. That was when Seokjin felt pity for him, so he tells you, and he decided to take him in and the days of loneliness finally stopped.

Seokjin tells you that he trained a lot with Jungkook and that he is aware that he didn’t help him even remotely as much as Yoongi does these days, but that he tried to help as best as possible nonetheless. He gave him one of his rooms, bathed and clothed him and then introduced him to feeding from blood bags. And while Jungkook always turned feral when he ate and on many occasions that meant that Seokjin ended up with clashing bite wounds or broken bones, he never for a second regretted taking him in. 

You tell him that you were happy that he met Jungkook and that you were happy that they were still friends these days. By now the sun had wandered closer to the horizon and the town was hued in golden light. Emma you still haven’t found and the tulips began welting just slightly. Seokjin seemed hopeful still.

They met Hoseok two months after he turned. Seokjin showed him control as best as possible while Jungkook tried not to bite him too often. Hoseok never had problems with control, so Seokjin tells you. Sometimes they joked that if they hadn’t found him as early, Hoseok would have had moments of lost control as well. But maybe Hoseok was just incredibly talented in control. 

You agree with a fond chuckle.

Hoseok moved in with them soon after, but spent many days away from them as he wanted to travel the world. Seokjin and Jungkook wanted to come with him, but Jungkook couldn’t really leave the house back in the days. So Seokjin stayed with him, never once regretting it.

“I can imagine”, you say, “I’m really happy that you guys found each other. The bond you share is really precious, I think.”

Seokjin gives you a smile, “thank you”, he says and nudges your arm, “and now we found you. Our little family is growing.”

His words make you feel warm in your chest.

“Yeah, it’s growing”, you say, giving him a fond smile, “now where do we have to go next? It’s already getting dark.”

Seokjin’s smile drops, sadness replaces it.

“I don’t know”, he says, dropping onto a bench, “we’ve looked everywhere, but haven’t found her”, he says, looking at the wilted tulips, “fuck, I’m so stupid. Why did I think this could work? That I could just go to a random town and find her? It’s so goddamn dumb.”

You sit down next to him.

“Maybe we haven’t looked everywhere?”

“We have. You know that we have. If Emma was here, we would have found her”, Seokjin says, sagging his shoulders, “let’s go back to the hotel. This search feels hopeless.”

“Are you sure? Maybe we just have to try one more time?”

“No”, Seokjin shakes his head, “no, it was the same shit in New York and later Amsterdam. I follow stupid leads, buy tulips, only to realise that I’ve been chasing ghosts. Emma isn’t here. Fuck”, he presses out the last word, lowering his head, “I’m so fucking stupid.”

“No, you’re not. You’re hopeful that doesn’t make you stupid.”

“Then it makes me naïve. Let’s be honest.”

“Gosh, Jinnie I’m so sorry. Do you want a hug?”

“Yeah, I think I do”, he whispers, falling into your arms and resting his head on your shoulders.

“I wouldn’t mind walking another round”, you tell him, rubbing his back soothingly.

“I don’t know”, he says, “the tulips are already dead.”

“So let’s meet her without them. I’m sure she’ll appreciate the gesture nonetheless.”

“You are so positive. I want what you have”, he says, breaking away from you. He sends you a sad look, “fuck sorry, I was so preoccupied with telling you about me that I didn’t even notice that we were failing. And now it’s all coming back to me. I’m failing, aren’t I?”

“No, don’t say that. Even if we can’t find her tonight, I’m sure that we will find her somewhere else. I believe in your reunion”, you say, giving his thigh a soft squeeze.

“Thanks”, he whispers and sighs in defeat, “do you think that the others have more luck?” he asks you.

“I don’t know”, you answer him.

Jungkook is chasing after a Glutton, his face is covered in blood and from his exposed fangs acid drips. The Gluttons knows that she has no chance at escape. Not only is Jungkook a Ripper, but he has seven decades on her. She has no chance, even if she tries to run. He will catch her. And rip her to shreds. She passes by Luc. Luc was her friend, but he is dead by now. Killed by the Creator of whom she only heard stories of. Min Yoongi. The vampire that hunts vampires. Namjoon told her that she won’t ever have to meet him. She believed him and allowed him to turn her. She finally begins to realise that Namjoon lied to her back then and she wonders what else he lied about. Was he ever planning on keeping her safe? On making her his queen? Did he ever really love her or did all the sex she had with him mean nothing to him? Did he use her? Why is he not here? Why is he allowing his creations to be slaughtered?

She collides with a chest, screaming up in fear. Strong hands hold her arms, keeping her from fleeing. Her fearful eyes lift, locking eyes not with the Ripper like she expected to but with someone else. His eyes were dark red, his cheeks covered in black veins and from his fangs black blood was dripping.

“Who are you?” she presses out, “let me go! He will catch me!” she yells at him, eyes flitting behind her own back where the Ripper inches closer and closer, “let me go! He will kill me! He will-”

Her voice gets stolen from her as the unknown vampire rips through her throat. She gurgles and chokes, fighting for air and knowing that it won’t come.

“Die!” the vampire screams at her, throwing her to the ground. She slides past Jungkook, fighting for air as now her lungs were protesting from the impact. Seconds later she stops feeling as the vampire straddles her and begins bashing in her face.

“Die! Die! Die!” he screams, bringing her closer to actual death with every punch he throws.

This is the end, she thinks and stops thinking as darkness engulfs her.

“Die! You ugly cunt die! I hate you! Die! You killed him! Die! Die! Die!” Taehyung screams, punching the vampire over and over and over again. He is doing it. He is seeking revenge for Jimin. He is killing all of them. He is hurting Namjoon with it. “Die! Die! I hate you so much! Die!” He can’t remember how many he killed already. He blacked out with the first punch he threw. Did Yoongi even say that he wanted them dead? Taehyung can’t remember. He doesn’t care. He wants them dead. All of them. They need to die.

“Die! Fucking die!” Taehyung screams, having punched her head so many times already that by now he is punching his fists into a puddle of goo and the hard asphalt, “die! Fucking die!”

“Taehyung hey! Taehyung! Stop! Tae stop!” Yoongi has to yell over Taehyung’s heartbreaking screams. His grip is tight on the younger vampire’s shoulders. 

“Die! You did this! You did this! Die!”

“Taehyung! Stop! They’re already dead! Tae stop! There’s nothing left of them! Stop!”

Yoongi finally manages to pull him away, getting in front of him so he can’t storm back to the vampire.

“Leave. We’ll join you later”, he says over his shoulder at Jungkook and Hoseok and then the others lay forgotten to him, “I’m here now, Tae. Calm down.”

He wraps his arm around Taehyung’s waist so he can push him out of the hall this way. 

Taehyung lets him, screaming graphic curses at the already dead vampires. Only once he is outside and Yoongi managed to put quite a lot of distance between them and the factory, does Taehyung finally stop fighting him.

Taehyung roars, whipping around the rip out a poor, unsuspecting lamp post. Sparks of electricity cut through the air. Yoongi dodges them while Taehyung doesn’t even feel them hit his skin. He screams and throws the pole as far as it can go, which results in it piercing the asphalt a good four hundred feet away from them. It wobbles a few times before standing completely still.

Yoongi lets him, knowing that nobody can see them. Taehyung needs it. Yoongi knows that he does. 

Because after the outburst of anger, heartbreak follows. Taehyung wails, falling to his knees because the pain is dragging him down. He punches the asphalt. He punches and punches and punches until his hand is broken and even then he continues. He heals and punches and breaks his bones only to heal and repeat the process over and over again until the asphalt is grinded into fine powder and he physically couldn’t take another round of broken bones. 

Taehyung wheezes for air, staring at his shaking fingers. They are covered in his blood and the remnants of street. His hot tears drip down on his skin, washing away the dirt in streaks.

He gasps loudly, fighting for his right to breathe, sobbing because it doesn’t stop. No matter what he does, the pain doesn’t stop. And so he screams again. He screams and it doesn’t help. He killed them and it didn’t help. He hurt himself and it didn’t help. Nothing helps. He is hurting and nothing makes it stop.

Yoongi squats down in front of him, taking his hand. There are pieces of asphalt in his skin. Yoongi picks them out wordlessly and Taehyung lets him, crying loudly whilst clutching Yoongi’s hand as the only support he currently has. He sits down on the wet ground, soaking his clothes but why should he care? Why should he care about stupid fucking shit like wet clothes when his best friend is dead? Why should he care about anything? 

“Don’t do it”, Yoongi says, squeezing Taehyung’s hand.

Taehyung, who wanted to turn it all off, lifts his head to gawk at Yoongi.

“I know it’s tempting, but don’t do it”, Yoongi says. 

“Why not?” Taehyung’s face contorts in pain, “it hurts so much. I don’t know what to do.”

“I know Tae, I know.”

“I don’t know what to do with it. I love him so much and now that he is gone I don’t know what do to with it. It sits in my chest and hurts me. I don’t want to love him anymore, it hurts so much.”

“I know exactly how you feel, Tae. I’m here for you. Share the pain with me”, Yoongi insists. 

“I can’t do this anymore. My life is a living hell”, Taehyung sobs, dropping his head, “I want to die. Please kill me, hyung. Please.”

“I’m not gonna do that, get that outta your head.”

“Please”, Taehyung sobs, “please I can’t live without him. I can’t do this anymore.”

“I know how you feel, Tae”, Yoongi says, cupping Taehyung’s cheek to tilt his head up, “there are no words to describe how much you are hurting and every single second feels like a century of agony.”

Taehyung sobs because Yoongi speaks what he can’t put into words.

“I know how much it hurts. Fucking hell, it hurts so fucking much. Come here, Tae”, Yoongi says and pulls Taehyung into a hug by the back of his head.

Their chests collide harshly, Taehyung’s face gets pressed into the crook of Yoongi’s neck. 

“I’m here for you. I know how it feels to lose your best friend. The pain is unbearable, I know”, Yoongi says, hugging him tightly, “but please don’t turn it off. Use me to feel better, just don’t turn it off.”

Taehyung wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist, whimpering a helpless “hyung” before falling back into his sobs and desperate cries.

“I’m here now, Tae. I’m here”, Yoongi whispers and holds him for as long as he needs to.

They don’t know how much time passed. Neither of them care. Yoongi knows that Taehyung needed to cry while Taehyung was just happy to have someone to lean on. To kill Namjoon’s creations knowing it was fruitless because even all the murders he will commit won’t bring Jimin back, broke Taehyung. Even if he finds Namjoon, even if he stares into his eyes and asks him why he killed Jimin, the outcome will be the same. Jimin is dead and Taehyung has to spend eternity without him. The fact became so painfully clear to him now that he was confronted with Namjoon’s creations. They get to live while his best friend had to die. Taehyung hated them so very much that he couldn’t stop. Even long after they were dead he couldn’t stop, wishing for them to die over and over again.

He would have turned it off tonight. If Yoongi wasn’t with him, holding him and understanding his pain, Taehyung would have turned it off. One year and his heart hurts just as much as it did on the day he lost Jimin. Taehyung can’t bear the pain anymore. Yoongi is the only thing keeping him from turning it all off.

Taehyung long stopped crying by now, head resting on Yoongi’s thigh and eyes glued to the lamp post in the distance. Yoongi runs his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, staring out into the night. His left hand is propped up on the asphalt, supporting his weight.

The position they find themselves in is peculiar, but Yoongi knows that Taehyung needed it. He was in the same situation than Taehyung long ago. After the human crafted the attack on him and the other Creators, Yoongi hurt unbearably for many years. He killed too many people to count in hopes of lessening the grief, but no amount of killing made the pain go away. So Yoongi understands why Taehyung lost control tonight. Why one single punch broke every ounce of self-control he possessed and why the taste of blood turned him maniac. He understands because he was in his situation as well. Too many times to count.

“Why do you want to help me?” Taehyung whispers.

“Why not?”

“Please answer my question.”

“Because”, Yoongi hesitates, eyes drifting up at the sky. He shifts his legs a little, making Taehyung’s head rise and sink with it.

Six months ago the situation between the two vampires was entirely different. Messed up and soaked with too much distaste. Never hatred, because while they fought a lot, they were still friends in the end. Friends of too many centuries, which perhaps explains why they fought so passionately without fearing that their bond may break. And while Yoongi still possessed distaste for what Taehyung did to you, he doesn’t want to punish him anymore. He can sense when someone needs help and if one of his longest friends was soaked in it, Yoongi can’t bear to stand idle by.  

“Because I went through all my shit without anyone by my side and I don’t want people to feel the way I had to feel during those times”, he says.

“I see”, Taehyung whispers.

Yoongi runs his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, watching the silent tears run down his face. He wipes them away wordlessly and begins massaging Taehyung’s earlobe. The latter reacts accordingly. His eyes fall closed, some of the tension in his face disappears.

“I regret locking you up”, Yoongi says.

Taehyung lifts his head, holding his breath in shock. Yoongi glances at him.

“You were a victim, not the culprit. I shouldn’t have kept you locked up for so long. I’m sorry.”

“It’s…I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay. It’s better if you don’t. It’s so fucking dumb to talk about.”

“No it’s good. I like talking to you. We haven’t ever done that.”

“That’s not true. We talked. In the prison when I consoled you”, Yoongi glances at him, “and the music nights”, he adds quietly.

“Ah yes, the music nights”, Taehyung says and smiles, “I guess I was wrong. Perhaps we stopped talking then.”

“Mhm, perhaps.”

“Why?”

“Because you piss me off so often.”

“I piss you off?”

“You’re reckless and get off on fucked up shit. It disgusts me that you do. Whenever I think of what you like in the bedroom, I dislike you.”

“Your honesty is harsh and hurts.”

“But it’s honest. I couldn’t give two shits about being honest with people I don’t care for.”

“So you care for me?”

“I don’t know, you punk.”

Taehyung laughs softly, lowering his head back onto Yoongi’s thigh. He runs his hand up and down the inside of it even if Yoongi tenses his muscles because of it. He tenses them, but doesn’t pull away for now. 

“I care for you too, hyung”, Taehyung confesses, “even if we fight a lot, I still care about you.”

“Yeah, we fight a lot, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do.”

“It’s ‘cause you piss me off.”

Taehyung chuckles honestly, “you annoy me many times as well, don’t think so highly of yourself.”

Yoongi scoffs, “I guess”, he says, shaking his thigh, “stop touching my thigh like that, you punk.”

Taehyung rolls onto his back, looking up at Yoongi. He caresses his tummy instead, running the back of his hand back and forth and forcing Yoongi to tense his muscles.

“Stop touching my stomach. What did I just tell you?” Yoongi hisses.

“You merely told me to stop touching your thigh, you never said not to touch your stomach”, Taehyung defends himself which earns him Yoongi’s fist against his chin in a tender nudge.

“Punk”, Yoongi murmurs, shifting his eyes back into the night.

Taehyung lets his eyes wander over Yoongi’s features. The last time he talked to the older vampire, they wanted to kill each other and Taehyung tried to hurt Yoongi in the most horrible of ways. He knows that what he did back then was awful.

“I’m sorry for what I said to you back then.”

Yoongi glances at him, but doesn’t react otherwise.

“I was anxious that I will have to spend the rest of my life in prison and I wanted to hurt you because of it. I shouldn’t have pushed your buttons that way”, Taehyung confesses, “I understand now why I shouldn’t have done it. You felt again and were overwhelmed by it. It was unfair of me to attack you.”

Yoongi shifts uncomfortably.

“It’s fine. Time passed, it’s in the past now”, he says quietly.

“I am glad that it is”, Taehyung says, turning his head to nudge Yoongi’s stomach with his nose.

The latter lets him with his widened eyes glued to him.

Taehyung looks up, eyes filled with less pain than they were all those hours ago.

“How long have we known each other now, hyung?” he asks Yoongi.

“I don’t know.”

“Was it the 1530s?”

“No. 1430s.”

“Six hundred years then.”

“I guess. You didn’t believe me when I told you that I was like you. Remember?”

“I didn’t think it possible.”

“Mhm. And once you finally accepted it, we didn’t see each other for most of it, because you didn’t want my help and instead wanted to be free.”

“I was free. I loved being free. It all changed when Namjoon returned to Jimin. He ruined us.”

“Namjoon ruined most of us.”

“So he ruined you too?”

“I guess. He broke my heart.”

“He did?”

“He pushed me away.”

“I see. So you truly understand.”

“I do. Each time I see him, the wounds feel fresh. I understand you.”

“I’m glad you do. I feel so lonely in my grief.”

Yoongi breathes deeply. Taehyung feels the sensation against his cheek. Yoongi shifts his eyes back to the endless night.

“Loneliness and loss are the worst feelings. Especially when you feel them at the same time. I don’t want you to be lonely, Tae”, he says.

Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut tighter, whimpering painfully. He drapes his arm around Yoongi’s waist, turning his head so his face was buried in it.

“Hyung, I’m so lonely.”

“I know, but don’t be. You have me and you have ___. We are both there for you.”

“I want to turn back time.”

“I know. I want that too.”

“Why can’t I? Why do I have to move on?”

“I don’t know Tae.”

“I don’t want to move on, I want to go back.”

“I know, Tae.”

“How do I do that with my emotions on?”

“By leaning on me.”

“If I truly lean on you with all my grief, you would break under its weight.”

“I can take it, Tae. Hyung’s strong”, Yoongi promises him and begins running his fingers through Taehyung’s hair again.

“I miss him so much.”

“I know.”

“It feels unreal at times. As if I am trapped in an endless nightmare and any moment I will wake and he will be beside me.”

“I get that.”

“And I still see him. I think of what we did together and repeat the phrases he said often. I’m scared that if I don’t repeat them, I will forget them. As long as I do, I can still hear his voice when he says them.”

“I know what you mean.”

“I’m so scared of the day where I will forget how his voice sounded.”

“I don’t think you ever will. If you love someone so deeply, there will always be a part of them that will stay with you.”

Taehyung spills tears, “I miss him so much. Why can’t I turn back time?”

Yoongi places his hand on Taehyung’s head, caressing it soothingly.

“I know, Tae. Life’s fucking cruel.”

“You won’t leave me too, will you?”

“I won’t leave you, Tae.”

“Can you promise me?”

“I promise you.”

And for just a moment, their eyes meet in a true and loving gaze before they both break it again in fear of deepening it too much. Taehyung closes his eyes, softening his hug around Yoongi’s waist. Yoongi begins playing with Taehyung’s earlobe again, sharing in the silence with a relaxed expression on his features.

Taehyung is hurting. He hurts so very much. But at least for this short moment in his endless hell, he doesn’t feel lonely anymore.

You ate dinner at the hotel. Alone because Seokjin wasn’t hungry. You knew that it was because he was heartbroken about not finding Emma, but before you could ask him if he wanted to talk, he locked himself in his room. You didn’t mind eating alone. You are used to being alone and quite enjoyed your time in the restaurant. You liked watching people come and go and really liked the food the hotel served. You tried to check on Seokjin once you returned to your room, but his door was locked and he didn’t answer you. So you let him be alone, returning to your room with great grief for him in your heart.

You have just wanted to start your night routine when someone calls you out the bathroom by knocking on your door. You hurry to it in big steps, opening the door without thinking of asking first because you thought that Seokjin might have come over to talk. However it wasn’t Seokjin you are met with, but Hoseok and Jungkook.

“Oh? Hey guys. I thought you were Seokjin”

“Hey”, Hoseok says.

You run your eyes over their dirty clothes.

“What happened? Why are you covered in vampire blood? Are you okay?” you gasp. 

“It’s nothing, we’re good”, Hoseok obviously lies. 

“You’re the worst liar ever, just saying”, you say, stepping closer, “oh god, are you guys hurt? What happened?”

“No it’s- it’s just”, he sighs in defeat, “we didn’t achieve anything today. We found his followers, but had to kill all of them. That’s why we look like that.”

“Oh, goddamn it that sucks, but I’m sure you’ll get there soon”, you say.

“I guess. But what about you guys? Did you find Emma?”

“No, we didn’t.”

“What? No that sucks”, Hoseok gasps.

“How is Seokjin? Is he okay?” Jungkook asks.

“He’s in his room. He went straight to it once we came back. He didn’t let me talk to him, but I guess we all know what he is doing in there.”

“Noo that suck so much. Poor Seokjin”, Jungkook says and pouts sadly.

“Maybe we could try to talk to him? What do you say, JK?” Hoseok asks.

“I guess we could try?” Jungkook nods his head, “do you want to come with us, ___?”

“I have to decline. I’m so tired, it’s insane. It feels like we walked a hundred kilometres today.”

“Of course. I get that. Sleep tight, ___.”

“You too, Kookie.”

“Sweet dreams”, Hoseok wishes you and you return the wishes.

Then it was already time for them to leave and for you to return to your night routine.

You weren’t lying when you told Hoseok that you were sleepy. You barely manage to shower, let alone brush your teeth because of your body begging you to sleep. With heavy, aching feet, you drag yourself to the bed, lying down with a loud and content sigh. 

“That’s incredible”, you say, closing your eyes, “exactly what my feet needed.”

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

You lift your head. 

“What the hell?”

Knock. Knock.

“Why is somebody knocking on my door?”

Yet another round lets you know that whoever wanted to see you, was persistent.

So you force yourself to get up, groaning as you have to walk.

“Who’s there?” you call out. You aren’t reckless enough to open the door blindly again.

“Me”, Yoongi’s low voice sounds from behind the door. 

Well, that is a surprise you hadn’t expected. You can’t say that it isn’t a nice surprise. You were a little worried for him when he wasn’t with Hoseok and Jungkook.

You unlock the door for him immediately, “hey there, you’re back.”

He nods his head, “I am”, he answers you dryly.

He was already showered, now wearing what you assume to be his sleeping clothes.

“I heard what happened.”

“I didn’t expect anything else”, he says, voice still terribly dry.

“I know, it sucks so much”, you say, reaching out to caress his arm. And unlike this morning, he doesn’t dodge you, accepting the touch gladly, “how is Tae?”

“I helped him fall asleep. He’ll be alright for now.”

“Mhm, that’s good to hear”, you say, “and you? How are you?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“That sucks. Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“No.”

“Gosh, Yoongi. I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?” 

“Don’t ask me that.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to talk.”

“I see. Fine, then don’t talk.”

Yoongi looks to the side, shuffling from left to right awkwardly.

“Well. Do you want to come inside?” you offer, getting out of the doorframe. 

“Yeah”, he whispers, nodding his head almost shyly.

“Then come on in”, you say, giving him a sweet smile. One he retorts with great struggle for he still seemed plagued by too much annoyance to feel like smiling. He follows you kind of awkwardly, watching you climb into bed while he just stands there and fumbles with his own thumbs. 

“Are you just going to stand there?” you ask him.

“No? But you didn’t tell me to join, did you?” he is almost snappish in his answer.

“Calm down, I’m on your side. No need to be so sharp with me”, you say, opening the blanket for him. 

He flusters greatly in both embarrassment from being called out for his bad mood and from the coyness of being offered warmth under a blanket. 

“Sorry”, he mumbles into himself, lowering his head in shame. 

“Just get in here, you old grumps”, you dismiss him. 

Yoongi crawls onto the bed and under the blanket, studying your features with fearful yet oh so longing eyes.

You reach out, tugging a strand of his soft hair behind his ear. His eyelids become droopy instantly, the deep crease between his brows becomes softer.

“What’s going on with you?” you whisper, dancing your fingertips down his temples until you can cup his cheek. 

“Nothing”, he barely gets out.

“Just a bad day, am I right?” 

He nods his head. 

“That sucks, but you’re not alone anymore. Come here”, you say, shimmying closer until you can bury his face in your chest. 

Yoongi freezes up in surprise, lying in your arm as stiff as a wooden board.

You begin playing with the short strands of hair at the nape of his neck, forcing an almost shuddering breath to slip past his lips. He finally closes his arm around you, squeezing you against him.

“You’re warm. I like that”, he whispers into your chest.

You kiss the crown of his head as an answer, inhaling the scent of his shampoo deeply. Mint and apple.

“I’m sorry for being such a grumps”, he says. 

“It’s okay, I get it. It’s frustrating that we can’t find him.”

“Mhm.”

“It’s not your fault though.”

“You think so?”

“Yes, Yoongi I do.”

He sighs, resting his palm between your shoulder blades so he can hold you oh so much closer. 

“Thank you”, he whispers, growing oh so soft in your embrace, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too”, you says and kiss his hair, “sweet dreams, Yoongi Boongie.”

“You too”, he says, basking in your serenity. He longed for you all day. He is so happy now that he can finally be with you.

[madangel19]

hiiiiiiii bestie

may I ask for Swiss just pampering the hell out of Delia? fluff or smut your choice, just him loving on her hardcore :3

ty ty you're the best <3

Oh hell yeah! Swiss absolutely loves pampering his favorite human! I wrote this after starting shark week and decided to have Swiss take good care of Delia when her time of the month comes up.

Content: Period blood, Swiss being sweet for his human and also being a little weirdo about blood, lots of suggestive material but no sex, mentions of cock and pussy, quintessence use as a pain reliever, Swiss is the ultimate caretaker

Word Count: 1037

Delia frowned in her sleep, feeling that all-too-familiar pain growing by the second from below. It was that damn time of the month.

“Fuck,” she muttered, reaching out blindly to touch Swiss. She immediately opened her eyes when she didn’t feel him.

“Swiss?” She called out, looking around for him in the dark room. She heard running water from the bathroom and saw light coming out from under the door. She felt a moment of panic set in when she didn’t see her kits in the room, but she quickly remembered they were still being taken care of by Cumulus for the night. 

Delia wanted to investigate, but upon sitting up, she groaned in pain when an intense cramp took over. Oh, it was going to be a bad period. Her cramps haven’t been this bad in such a long time. 

The sound of the water running stopped and the door opened. Delia looked up to see Swiss standing there. He looked happy to see her awake, but his smile disappeared when he saw the pained look on her face. 

“Good morning, love….I…I’m having bad cramps,” she murmured, hugging herself while hunched over. She was certain she made a mess in the bed, but she didn’t really care. She could easily wash the sheets later.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry you’re hurting. I could smell your period coming on a few minutes ago and wanted to run you a nice bath,” Swiss said, walking over to sit next to her.

“That’s so sweet of you to do, Swiss. Thank you,” Delia cooed, pulling him into a hug and pecking him on the cheek. The ghoul purred, nuzzling her cheek while rubbing her lower belly, his quintessence already lessening the pain of the cramps. 

“You know I’ll always make it better, sweetheart. Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” he whispered in her ear. Delia smiled, wanting nothing more than to be taken care of by her ghoul. 

“Is the bath ready?” She asked, looking over at the bathroom door. An enticing aroma emanated from the bathroom, making her all the more ready for a relaxing bath.

“It sure is, sweetheart. Can you walk or should I carry you?” Swiss asked.

“Carry me please?”

“Of course.”

Swiss picked her up bridal style with ease. He kissed her forehead before carrying her over to the bathroom and Delia could only smile as she rested her head on his chest. She could recall overhearing the ghoulettes and some ghouls talking about how Swiss was the best at taking care of them when their periods hit. Ever since being with him, he was always attentive whenever her time of the month came around and he treated her amazingly.

“Here we are. I used up the last of the lavender bath bombs for you,” Swiss chimed, bringing her to the edge of the bath where a black towel was already put down. 

“Perfect,” Delia sighed softly as he sat her down on the towel. 

She looked down and grimaced when she saw the blood coating her legs. She pulled up her gown to see the extent of the damage. Her thighs were an absolute mess. Cleaning that up would be easy, but she had a ghoul who enjoyed the taste of her blood with her. A sigh escaped her lips as she turned her attention back to Swiss who was eyeing her bloody thighs hungrily. 

“You hungry, love?” She asked, smirking when his stomach growled. 

“I could go for a little snack, but let’s get you nice and relaxed first,” Swiss replied, reaching forward and giving her right thigh a squeeze. He brushed his thumb along the blood and brought it to his lips, licking it clean with a low moan. Delia’s cheeks grew warm as she thought of one of her favorite ways to relieve her cramps, but that would be later. 

“You gonna join me in the bath?” She asked, her attention back to the steamy bath. 

“If that’s what you want, then I’ll join you,” Swiss crowed, stepping back and taking his gray sweatpants off. Delia couldn’t help but stare and the ghoul chuckled as he went over to the bath and got in. A soft hiss filled the air before Swiss relaxed into the bath. He opened his mouth, breathing a heart shaped cloud of smoke as he beckoned her with a single claw. 

“The water’s perfect, sweetheart,” he purred. 

Delia felt the pull of his quintessence reaching out to her and she smiled drunkenly as she took her gown off, tossing it to the side. She looked down at the blood between her legs and felt a faint cramp creeping up. That would certainly be fixed soon enough.

“Here I come,” she said while carefully stepping into the bath. 

It was incredibly hot, but she quickly adjusted as she sat down between Swiss’s legs. She closed her eyes, letting the heat cool her while sitting with her back pressed against Swiss’s warm back. The ghoul purred, wrapping his arms and his tail around her middle and filling her body with his calming quintessence. 

“How’s that feel, sweetheart?” He asked, caressing her stomach and slowly going lower. His cock was pressed against her backside, not hard yet, but it was only a matter of time before he was using it to relieve her pain.

“Amazing, Swiss. Thank you,” Delia murmured, turning her head to kiss him. He eagerly kissed her back, his purrs rumbling through his chest. His hands trailed down to her thighs, rubbing at them and clearing the blood away. 

Delia pulled away from the kiss to take a breath, her head dizzy. Her cramps were long forgotten now. 

“You need anything, Delia?” Swiss asked, nuzzling her cheek. 

Delia smiled, looking down and seeing how far his fingers were up her less bloodied thighs. There was so much she wanted to do to relieve her cramps and Swiss was her cure. 

“Clean me up and then you can fuck these cramps away soon,” Delia purred, putting her hand over his and pushing it closer to her sore pussy. 

“Mmm, sounds like a plan, sweetheart,” Swiss chuckled darkly, growing hard beneath her.

[italeean]

HELLO THIS IS RANDO TO ELLE I REPEAT RANDO TO ELLE, OVER!! I HOPE YOU ARENT BEING DROWNED OUT WITH REQUESTS FOR THE MILESTONE EVENT (IF SO PLEASE DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO DO MINE, AND MAKE SURE TO TAKE LOADS OF BREAKS WHEN NEEDED!!) ALSO I APOLOGISE FOR THE ALL CAPS I DO THIS WHEN I’M EXCITED OR JUST ENTHUSIASTIC IN GENERAL!

SO FOR THE EVENT:

THE NAME’S RANDO, BUT YA KNOW THAT ALREADY,

I’M SUPER LOUD AND LOVE FUN EXCITING STUFF, THOUGH I CAN ALSO GET SCARED EASY- AND I LIKE PERFORMING ARTS (ESPECIALLY SINGING, HIPHOP DANCE, AND MUSICAL THEATRE) OR ARTS IN GENERAL AND PRANKS AND PARTIES AND IM BASICALLY A GREMLIN HDJDHSKS-

I AM ALSO A LEE BUT SHHH YOU DIDNT HEAR THAT FROM ME-

FOR THE FANDOM, EITHER GENSHIN OR BUNGO STRAY DOGS- I DON’T MIND WHICH!

AND ALSO I’D PREFER PLATONIC AND A DUDE CAUSE THE B IN BRO GOTTA STAND FOR BESTIES >:D

ANYWAYS THAT WAS PROBABLY A LOT BUT I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL AND HAVE HAD A GOOD WEEK SO FAR!!

ANYWAYS THIS WAS RANDO, OVER AND OUT-

RANDOOOO MY DEAR!!! IT'S BEEN SO NICE TO SEE YOUR REQUEST POPPING UP IN MY ASK BOX 🥹 About how many requests I have, I can officially say that I passed the 20 requests!! 😸 Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy the match I gave you... I chose BSD as a fandom hehe ❤️🍡 *some dango for my #1 Itto stan* P.S. You better have slept properly, or else.

🔮 For the match-up, your pair is... RANPO

🔮 Why did I choose him for you?

• SAME GREMLIN ENERGY, THAT'S THE FIRST REASON • I can see you getting the zoomies together after having an overdose of sugar... poor Kunikida would take a sick leave probably hehe~ • You two would probably fall together into Yosano or Dazai's tickly clutches... or maybe both of them at the same time • I can imagine you two (lovingly) bullying the life out of poor Poe... he'd get wrecked at least twice a week • Ranpo is always honest (even blunt and cheeky at times) so he would always give you a honest feedback about your singing, dancing or theatrical performances... you can always trust his judgment • I'm imagining you creating a song with a couple of lines about every member of the Agency hahahaha • Maybe someone would even get revenge on you two if you made his lines comical enough (ahem Kunikida *cough cough*) • The detective would probably have fun with giving you jumpscares... maybe even tickly jumpscares~ • PLAYFIGHTS WITH KENJI AND ATSUSHI. PERIOD. • You could have a "bro/bestie night" with a nice movie, maybe a comedic murder mystery, and a huge pile of sweets!!! • You could give yourself a silly bros nickname, like THE RANS, since your names both start with RAN • Ranpo probably wins both tickle fights against you, thanks to his observation skills and his great memory. He'd remember each and every one of your weaknesses...

🔮 Tickle scenario

The Agency was completely quiet for once. Dazai and Kunikida were on a mission together, just like Kenji and Tanizaki, Naomi was out shopping with Kyouka, Yosano was buying more bandages and a new chainsaw, the President was having a negotiation with Mori, Atsushi was out "fighting" Akutagawa and Ranpo was on a crime scene.

Which means that when you arrived at this building, you found no one to welcome you. You sighed, although you didn't get mad, you knew that your friends were out doing their job... so you decided to use that time to explore around the building.

You went around and checked everyone's desks, making your heart skip a beat when you almost knocked over a pen holder on Kunikida's perfectly tidy and organized desk, and in the end you found it. The treasure. Your eyes literally lighted up at the sight: you had found Ranpo's stack of sweets.

You genuinely wondered how Ranpo was able to eat all that sugar without getting sick, but a rumble in your stomach made you snap back to reality. You were hungry, but you couldn't eat those sweets... you knew how jealous the detective was of his food, so you decided not to touch anything.

...

After an hour, the pile of candy was complete gone, and you gulped when you heard the door open and the sound of approaching steps. It wasn't your lucky day. Before you could even think about hiding the evidence of your hideous crimes, Ranpo appeared before you.

"AAAAAHH I'm so disappointed! The case was so easy that I spotted the culprit from afar! I didn't even get to use my ability! Seriously, isn't there an intelligence test to become a policeman?" The detective was clearly grumpy, so he did the thing that usually cheered him up, which was eating sweets to his heart's content.

However, his frown deepened when he found his stack completely gone and the wraps all scattered around the floor. "Rando..." The detective looked at you with a piercing gaze, even putting on his glasses, "do you know where my candy went? "I... you... no... I mean... I didn't... well... I WAS HUNGRY!!!" You couldn't lie at all, especially to the greatest detective of all times.

"Now I'm hungry! What am I supposed to eat, huh?" If you hadn't been so nervous, you would've probably noticed the playfully ominous glint in your best friend's eyes. "Erm... I... I think Kunikida left s-some raw veggies in the fridge..?"

"EEEEEEEHHH VEGGIES??? BLEH! HOW DARE YOU?! YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!!" The green-eyed guy jumped on you, but you managed to put your hands on his shoulders and push him off... Or so you thought.

When you raised your arms, two fingers immediately wormed under your arms, thoroughly digging in the very center of your underarms. "KYAAAHAHEHEHEHE RAHAHAHANPO WAIHIHIHIT NOOOO!!!" You were immediately reduced to a laughing mess, but Ranpo showed no mercy.

On the contrary, he moved his hands and made you think he had decided to spare you and let it slide for once, but right after you breathed a sigh of relief, twenty wiggling fingers descended on your poor tummy.

"WAAAAHHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO RAHAHANPOHOHO NAHAHAT THIHIHIS!!!" You begged, wishing your thin cotton shirt could protect you better from the pokes, pinches, scribbles and spiders that were targeting your midriff.

"Yes, this! You deserve it for eating my secret stack of sweets! Hmph!!" He huffed while he started circling your belly button. "NONONOHOHOHOHO BROHOHO PLEAHAHASE LEHEHET'S TAHAHALK ABOHOHOUT THIHIHIS..!" As soon as you understood where his finger was going, you started pleading and squirming, making the tickly feeling even worse (or better).

"You should've thought about it before eating my snacks... now I'm gonna dig and get them back!" The brunette exclamation as his finger found your bellybutton and started wiggling extra quickly, as if it was digging in your poor belly.

"AAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAEHEHHEHE NAH- NAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOT THIHIHIS PLEHEHEAHASEEE" It surprised you how mean a cute guy like Ranpo could be, but there you were, squirming like a little worm, trying in vain to escape your tickly fate.

But alas, your yelling, squirming, pleading and begging fell on deaf ears. Only when your laughter went silent and you asked him to stop, Ranpo actually ceased his assault. "Are you okay?" The detective asked while handing you a glass of water "Sorry if I overdid it..."

"Don't worry, I'm fine, and well... it was deserved hehe" You gave him an embarrassed smile and scratched the back of your head, "Now... shall we go buy more candy and annoy Poe?"

"YAY! LET'S GOOO!!!"

[autisticlancemcclain]

Lance laughed first. In fact, this whole thing had been Lance’s damn idea, to no one’s shock. He should get one hundred fucking percent of the blame. All of it. 

Well, maybe not all of it. Maybe the actual robber gets a percent or two. 

But Lance started it. As always. And, like, it hadn’t been too unusual, in the beginning. Lance woke him up at random-ass times in the night all the time. It was his favourite thing to do, really. So Hunk didn’t really put much thought to it, when it happened. 

“Hunk. Hunk. Hunk. Hunky-bear. Light of my life. Bestie. Hunk. Get up. Please.”

“Uuuuuggghhh.” He makes sure to groan as loudly as possible, so there’s an off-chance that Lance feels guilty for waking him up. It’s beyond unlikely, but Hunk likes to make himself clear, and he is currently annoyed and Lance will be hearing about it. 

“I want you to know that I love you dearly,” Lance says, and Hunk opens his eyes just to glare at him.

“If you love me, you’ll let me sleep.”

“I did! I let you sleep for five whole hours! But I have just beat Red Dead Redemption two times, read one and a half books – the second one was real boring, which is a shame – and climbed the bed to flip off the ceiling more times than I can count. There is literally nothing more I can do in this room. I need to go do something, and you’re the one who said I’m not allowed to leave past ten-thirty.”

“You could sleep, you walking menace.”

“But Hunk,” Lance says, and he pouts. He makes his already big eyes even bigger, brown irises looking sad and pitiful, and Hunk, like usual, relents. 

“You’re the best!” Lance cheers as Hunk peels back the covers and rolls off the shitty bottom bunk of his shitty university-issued mattress.  

“You are a giant pain in the ass,” Hunk says as he walks over to the dresser. He hears a muffled bang, and looks over just in time to see Lance do a flip off the top bunk and land in a heap on the floor. 

Hunk sighs. “Are you dead?”

“Nope!” Lance says cheerfully. He scrambles back up and starts literally bouncing around. Just, like, hopping. Hunk grins despite himself. Lance is like a husky. He needs to be walked, sometimes, to let out all of his energy, and unfortunately sometimes he needs to be walked at three in the goddamn morning. 

The second Hunk shrugs on a sweater, long fingers grip the end of his sleeve and start dragging him out the door. 

“So I’ve already texted everyone else,” Lance says. “Everyone but Shiro was awake, so Keith bugged him until he woke up, and now we’re going to Subway! Because they’re open and I’m hungry and I don’t want to make food myself.”

Hunk hums. “Are we sure Keith is still alive? Shiro is usually homicidal when he wakes up.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Keith was prepared, he brought the shield you made him in your woodworking class. He’s alive!”

“Nice. Cool to hear that thing gets some use.”

“Yeah, totally! Keith uses it all the time; yesterday he launched me off of it! It was dope.”

“I’m hearing a lot about Keith,” Hunk says, just to be a dick. It has the expected effect – Lance goes bright red and also speechless, making a lot of squawking noises with the occasional “WHAT” and “I don’t even –” and “are you crazy” sprinkled in between. It’s great.

“I talk about Keith a normal amount,” Lance says eventually, voice firm and eyes averted. 

“Mhm.”

“...I’m hearing a bit of ‘tude in that ‘mhm’, buddy.”

“Fascinating, that.”

“You are the meanest best friend in the world.”

“Oh, well, in that case –” Hunk pretends to turn around, making Lance yelp. 

“No no no I take it back I love you please come with me –”

Hunk is still amusing himself. “I dunno,” he says, tapping his chin. “You called me the meanest. I dunno if I can recover from such rich betrayal.”

“Hunk I am joking, you are my bestest friend, the light of my life, see –” Lance presses a disgustingly wet and smacking kiss to his cheek, making a loud ‘mwah’ noise. “See? I love you.”

“Ew, Lance,” Hunks says, wiping the slobber from his cheek. Lance grins sunnily at him. They continue to bicker and tease each other until they finally make it to the brightly illuminated 24-hour Subway on campus. Pidge is already there, because Pidge is not of this realm and does not seem to need time to transport herself places. She simply arrives.

“You losers took forever,” she says as they sit down.

“Pidge, I asked you if you wanted to come fifteen minutes ago, and you live twenty minutes away from campus. I don’t even know how you’re here.”

Pidge shrugs. “Time isn’t real,” she responds. Hunk and Lance both decide not to push it. The three of them chat – by ‘chat’ Hunk means they take turns roasting each other – until the rest of the group arrives. Hunk would like to note that Allura walks in looking elegant and unbothered, as per usual, and Shiro walks in holding a grouchy and scowling Keith up by the ankle, Big Hero 6 style. 

Lance sighs dreamily the second he catches sight of their mulleted friend. He puts his chin in his hands and everything, like the gay loser he is. Pidge and Hunk exchange a look and decide to tease him for it later. 

“Did Keith… do something?” Pidge asks.

“Annoying,” Shiro responds simply, and Hunk nods. If only Lance was significantly shorter than him; Hunk would do the same.

Once Shiro sets (drops) Keith down, they all line up and order their sandwiches. They take turns making fun of Shiro for his abundance of sauces. Then they all pile on Keith for his choice of extra cheese, despite the fact that he did not bring Lactaid because he has never remembered to bring it places even once in his life. 

Once they all have their food, they push two tables together and sit down, trying not to be too obnoxious but spending most of their energy simply enjoying themselves, joking and teasing and chatting and having an all-around good time. At one point, Allura delves into a ten minute rant about some idiot in her anatomy class. They all dunk on him, it’s great.

“He’s literally the biggest fool I’ve ever met, he tried to correct the prof about the colour of human blood –”

The door opens with a bang, startling everyone in the restaurant, the one employee included. Hunk’s heart drops as soon as he sees who’s slammed open the door – because the man literally the worst case scenario come true. 

“Everyone does as I say, and no one gets hurt,” he growls. He points his gun at the employee.

A robber. An actual, real-life fucking robber, at four in the morning in a random Subway. 

The employee nods her head, shaking as she reaches for the register. The store is dead silent. 

Lance giggles.

The robber whips around to face him, icy glare evident even through his black mask. “The fuck are you laughing at!” he screams. He points his gun at the table. 

Lance starts to really laugh. 

“Lance, you need to shut the fuck up,” Keith hisses. 

“I’m sorry,” Lance gasps. He presses his hand to his mouth, desperately trying to muffle himself, but he can’t quite manage. “Dude, I’m so sorry, it’s just – I can’t –”

Hunk realises that Lance is talking to the robber, and not Keith like he originally thought. 

“Are you really wearing a black ski mask? Like, was that a real choice you made? With your university hoodie and lululemon leggings, you decided you just couldn’t rob a store without shoving on the mask?”

Pidge is the next to crack up. She bites her lip and hangs her head, but her shoulders shake. She’s laughing just as hard as Lance. 

“I’m fucking pointing my gun at you!” the robber shouts. “Don’t laugh at me!”

The robber’s voice cracks as he speaks the last sentence. Hunk is scared out of his mind, seriously, but. But. He can’t quite imagine trying to threaten someone and having his fucking voice crack. He looks at Keith. Keith’s lip twitches. 

The rest of the group dissolves into giggles. 

“Stop fucking laughing!” the robber roars. It just makes everyone laugh harder. It’s just – there’s something so absurd, about the whole situation. Lance has always joked that no one sleeps at sleepovers because everything is funny at four in the morning, and he’s right. Even their potential murder is just – it’s funny. It’s worth the giggle. 

The robber stomps his foot. He’s furious, but he’s also visibly confused. He’s faced with a group of random young adults who refuse to take him seriously, and an employee who’s already left the store, leaving the register locked. He was armed, nameless, he definitely had the upper hand at the beginning of the ordeal, but he’s undeniably losing, now. 

Shiro gasps. Tears are streaming down his face. “Oh my God, the fucking voice crack –” 

This sets everyone off again. Allura pounds her fist on the table, laughing so hard she can barely breathe. Keith and Lance are leaning on each other, too weak to hold themselves up. Every time any one of them looks at each other they laugh harder. It’s worse if they look at the robber, who’s completely lowered his gun and it staring at them in complete bewilderment. 

“I give up,” he says, which makes Hunk snort so hard it hurts, a little. “I – you people are fucking weird. I’ll come back tomorrow, I guess.”

“Cringe fail robber,” Lance chokes out, and Pidge wheezes. 

The robber stomps out of the store. 

They laugh until the police arrive, and none of them can give their statements with a straight face.

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based off this video

[sukirichi]

good girl (m.)

You’re such a good wife to Naoya that he rewards you for your obedience.

request. naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man’s gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj)

cw. explicit smut, riding, dirty talk WITH praising bcos why not, dom! husband naoya, sexism, overstimulation, creampie, lots of kissing, titty sucking, you might end up liking naoya and that’s a warning

note. LISTEN. this is purely self indulgent even if this is a request. my bestie requested this to me anyway so ik she won’t mind i pictured myself as the reader :) so if you don’t like how the reader and naoya was portrayed, that’s a you problem :) EDITED BECAUSE IT’S NAOYA YAY, also got inspired by @caizen​ ‘s ask about naoya wanting his wife to not bow too deep because he wants to see her face :)

[part of the trophy wife collection]

Being Naoya Zen’in’s trophy wife required a lot of things. You had to be immaculate, précised, refined and full of dignity in everything you did. He already did the work all by himself just to keep the house running, his hard work the only reason you were able to live such a comfortable, luxurious life. On top of that, you had an extremely powerful man trusting you to welcome him every night, and who were you to not fulfill your duty as his wife well?

The moment the black limousine parked on the driveway, the guards lined on duty opening the doors of him and the rest of the house staff greeting him, you were already in front of everyone.

Keep your head down, but don’t look too hard at your feet. Naoya-sama wants to see your face – his lovely wife’s face – upon his arrival.

He would never say it out loud, but five years and counting of marriage with him meant you knew him better than anyone. Through his confident and arrogant self, Naoya worried about a lot of things, you included. There were times he’d wake up in the middle of a nightmare in which he lost you, his arms scrambling to find your body to press it against his for reassurance. You were there, you would always be there, but the confirmation never hurt.

You bowed down to him, skin cleared, cheeks flushed, and lips glossy – all telltales of a happy, nurtured wife who was well taken care of – present before him. And you were beautiful too; the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“Welcome home, Naoya-sama.”

Naoya’s shoulders immediately relaxed at the sight of you dressed in your yukata, hair done perfectly and hands clasped politely in your lap. He tried not to let it show too much though, even though his staff had watched him grow up, he needed to keep his pride as the clan leader. Not even his precious wife could make him tear down his walls in public, though you did not need to worry about his brash attitude, following him inside three steps behind as he’d instructed.

He loosened his tie and dismissed the other servants, locking the door of your shared room. “Is my tea prepared?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, mixed with jasmine just as you like.”

Naoya’s hands stilled on his tie. His gaze fluttered over yours, eyes still ducked down to the floor with a small smile playing on your lips, one that said welcome home in more ways than one.

The sight of you – so compliant and meek as ever – stirred something deep within his heart. His whole life, he believed women were useless, creatures that were below him. Until now, he held firm in that, but fuck, you were always so open and willing to do everything he asked that he could feel himself hardening in his pants. Women may be useless, but once they followed his orders and praised him so heavenly the way you did?

He fucking loved it.

Naoya’s tie went flying the other room, his cock swelling in his pants as he tugged you by your wrist. You landed on the mattress behind you, watching with a heaving chest as your husband crawled above you. His gaze felt predatory, dark eyes hooded with lust while he planted his knees beside your waist, his fingers looped with yours.

You smiled sweetly up at him, so temptingly sweet his resolve broke for a split second. He captured your lips to taste you on him, the sounds of your husband’s satisfied hum making your chest puff out with pride.

Everyone may look down on you for marrying such a ‘horrible’ man like him, calling you stupid and immoral, even going as far as claiming you were nothing but a dumb cock-hungry slut, but Naoya – even you – knew better. You were not foolish; in fact, no one could handle Naoya’s attitude better than you did, and you were smart enough to keep buying that strawberry flavored lip balm he loved so much, causing your husband to squeeze your palms.

“Good girl,” he mumbled absentmindedly, the praises shooting heat flush to your core. “You’re so good for me, you know that?” he peppered kisses all over your skin, a gesture so rare that you were panting underneath him, resisting the urge to rub your legs together.

Naoya was extremely skillful in bed, his virility as a man not to be looked down on for his ability to render you immobile to walk, throat sore and voiceless for a few days truly impressive. But he was different today; his usual tight grip the same but laced with a want that went beyond than lust. You could never say it out loud, especially not around him, but it was clear – Naoya treated you with affection and care.

“I’m very lucky to have found such a submissive woman like you, but that’s not true is it? Women like you aren’t found, you’re trained,” he harshly tugged the first layers of your yukata to the side, exposing the sensitive flesh of your collarbone that was free for him to mark. “Have I trained you well, my wife?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, trained me so good,” you rasped out, bringing your legs forward, only for it to bump against the sides of his waist.

Naoya sucked on your skin until he was sure he’d completely marked his territory, the grazing sensation of his teeth so erotic and passionate along with his clothed cock rubbing into your folds. His hand trailed down your waist, yanking the ties of your clothes apart. You gasped as he teasingly rubbed your clit, even going as far as to roll it between his strong fingers. “For you, ah, I’d do anything for you, Naoya-sama.”

“It’s my love when we’re in the sheets,” he corrected you, “When a woman knows her place and obeys me so well, a good girl like you deserves to be rewarded,” hearing your small whines at his words, Naoya chuckled at your skin. “Do you want that? Want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes, p-please, I need you,” you moaned wantonly, gathering the courage to lift your hips up and grind it against his erection. He surprised you by not pushing you away, so you kept going, slathering your wetness all over the front of his pants. “Fuck me, my love, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Naoya smirked, standing up to rid himself of his pants and belt. You whined at the loss of contact and sat up on your elbows, legs spread wide open as you feasted on the delectable way he discarded his clothing one by one. His fat cock, red and flushed with pre-cum, slapped against his toned upper body.

You would’ve groaned at his bare beauty, but he’d already crawled on top of you once more, completely ridding you of the multiple layers of modest clothing you wore, revealing a redolent set of white lace.

Naoya narrowed his eyes at the nearly transparent thong, his hands cupping your seeping cunt with a low hum. “Is this for me? Did my pretty baby get dressed up for me?” you nodded eagerly, pathetically reaching upwards to wrap your arms around him. You were growing needy, soft yet desperate as your stuttered gasps hovered on his ear. “Were you thinking of me the whole time I was away for work?”

“I always think of you, my love,” you breathed out, “Your smile, your voice, your lips, your hands,” legs twitching, you dared run your knee to brush his forearm, the teasing and confident movement earning you a seductive, warning glare from your dominant husband. But oh – you were just starting to have your fun. “Your cock inside me.”

“Naughty little girl,” he snickered, grabbing your hand and shoving it deep inside your panties. That evoked a high-pitched moan from you as your nails grazed against your shaved pussy, Naoya’s smirk present the harder he pressed your palm on yourself. “Did you touch yourself? Pleasure yourself like this?” He was testing you, reminding you of his power and authority, trying to see if you would break his rules that he’d been so firm into fucking deep into your skull.

Naughty as you might be sometimes, you never forgot your place. You were daring, but never in your wildest dreams would you dare go against him. Not because you were plain weak and submissive, but simply because the thought of pleasing him more and feeding his ego was far more satisfying.

You shook your head, pitiable tears already shining through. “N-no, I would never. Only you can make me feel good, just you, mmh.”

Naoya groaned deep in his throat, satisfied at your answer. “You’re always so sweet for me,” he says, leaning over to knee your legs open wider. He situated himself between your body, slow and sensual in removing your bra and panties, the lacy material disappearing somewhere on the black marbled floors. You laid there, vulnerable and wanting, clutching at his biceps as he grinded his cock on your puffy folds. “Have I ever told you’re the perfect little wife? So fucking needy for me always, fuck. This pussy was made for me.”

“This pussy is yours,” you acquiesced, breathing hard when Naoya pulled away to peer at your body. He liked his wife to be healthy, strong and ready to carry his child whenever he wanted, and his hands squeezed your hips appreciatively.

“I exist purely to serve you, my love,” you vowed, “I have no other purpose than to make you feel good and love you. You’re my everything, the world and more.”

He’d looked at you with lust before, the desire pooling in his eyes always making you feel wanted, but this was different. Naoya would never let those cursed three words fall from his mouth, but it shone clearly in his eyes anyway. He gazed at your curves and dips so lovingly that your arousal peaked, slick coating his cock from where he was slowly teasing your cunt with his tip.

Unable to hold back any longer, Naoya flipped you over. Your breath knocked out from your chest at the sudden movement, his hands tugging at your wrist to pull you close to him. He leant back on the bed, kissing you feverishly all the while keeping you shaking on his thigh. Due to your wetness gushing, you slid down his muscular thigh, and you moaned at the contact. “As I should be,” Naoya nibbled at your lips, his harsh words contrasting the tenderness of his hold on you. “You’re nothing to me if you can’t even do something as simple as that.”

You nodded with no hesitation, fully accepting that you were purely his now – and you would honestly not have it otherwise.

Naoya helped you lift your hips up, shushing you with a slap on your ass when you stared at him nervously.

Every time Naoya fucked you, he was direct and simple. He preferred to have you on all fours where he could focus on his own pleasure, or sometimes he would rather cum upon seeing your fucked-out face, the image of your tongue lolled out while he fucked you on oblivion enough to make him nut right away.

But now he was guiding your arms around his neck, kissing the sides of your lips as if to answer your silent questions. “Sit on my cock, baby, I’ll reward you for your obedience tonight,” he said, his cock twitching as he directed your entrance right above his cock. Naoya slid you down, allowing you to feel inch by inch, thick vein upon one another – sliding inside you and stretching you out so good. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead on his, teeth locked on your bottom lip as he bottomed out.

Fuck, you’d never felt so full.

However, Naoya wasn’t pleased. He clenched his jaw and tapped your bottom lip, scolding you with his mean glare. “Don’t hold back when you scream my name, you understand? Cherish this moment – I won’t always care about your pleasure. You should thank me for this.”

“I-I will!”

Torturous. That was how you would describe it. You had never been this close to him before; not in this position and angle. Each lift of your hips caused your hardened nipples to brush over his muscular chest, his attention sorely focused on the way you bounced on his cock.

Something about holding him this close felt so intimate, breaths tangled and moans shared, along with the pleasure delivered into your bodies with the way you were rolling your hips along his length.

“Still so fucking tight for me,” he said through gritted teeth, “I love this pussy so much, fuck, you’re mine. Just mine, all mine,” Naoya eventually lost it, hooking his arms under your armpits and feet flat on the bed. You kept screaming his name like a prayer, the worship falling from your lips like a broken record driving him to fuck into you faster. He’d had enough of your pace; he’d been good enough that now it was his turn to fuck you, and you were glad he did because his fast, brutal pace was so mind-numbing.

Naoya hitched you up higher until your chin rested above his hair, your breasts right at his mouth. He sucked and bit at the soft flesh angrily, grip so tight on your hips you were hissing from the pain. At the same time, it felt so fucking good unlike everything you’ve ever felt.

“My perfect fucking wife—a quiet, compliant wife is worth more than gold, baby. You’re my fucking treasure.”

Naoya thrusted hard and deep until the bed was creaking, mattress dipped from both your weight. The room felt so foggy with your lovemaking and you tightened around him, crying as he kept hitting that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars. “I’m c-coming!” you whined helplessly, hugging your husband deep to your chest while your fingers tugging at his hair. “Naoya, please!”

“Then come for me,” he nibbled at your ear, delivering another hard slap at your ass. “I’m allowing you to. Come. Make a mess around me.”

“Oh my gosh, ugh, fuck,” you came around him hard, your orgasm making you shake. He still wasn’t done, but his breathless murmurs of close, I’m so close had you holding him tighter, whispering dirty words in his ear to assist your husband into reaching his high. The oversensitivity of him plowing into you even after you came was too much, but you took it all like the good wife you were. Biting the protests down at your tongue, you rode him to meet his hips thrust by thrust, his balls snapping at your ass. “Mmmh, I love you, I love you. I-I love you.”

“As you should, baby. You’re supposed to love me,” Naoya devoured your mindless babbling by sliding his tongue inside your mouth, his hips stilling inside for a moment. Fingers clutching desperately to him, you shut your eyes tight, cunt dripping as Naoya spilled his seed deep inside you.

You kissed him one last time in refusal to let go, but Naoya wasn’t having any of it. He was very iffy every after sex that you had no choice but to pull away from him, wincing as he pulled out.

He stumbled into the bathroom afterwards while you laid there on the soiled sheets, weakly fisting the pillow beneath you. You were so fucked out, tired after a long day of managing everything he wanted you to take care of. To be fucked good by your husband…there was truly no better way of life.

Just as you were drifting off, you felt something damp sliding over your inner thighs. You blinked sleepily at a silent Naoya, sending him a small smile as he wiped both your cum away. He left the towel inside the bathroom before he came back, sliding his white shirt over your frame and tugging a fresh pair of his boxers to your legs. Aftercare with Naoya…while it wasn’t impossible, it also wasn’t a daily occurrence. Your heart kept fluttering inside your chest, that feeling blooming harder when he slid under the sheets beside you, his strong arms pulling you taut in his chest.

His skin remained mark free. You knew Naoya hated being marked; reminding you all the time he wanted to be flawless. You respected that and pressed a deep kiss on the spot above his heart instead, madly and hopelessly in love as you traced circles on his bare chest.

You could stay like this forever, in the warmth and safety of your husband’s arms, but you still had wifely duties to fulfill. Naoya had already done his, prompting you to lean up to trace kisses at his sharp jaw, sweet and docile as ever as you asked, “Naoya…how was work today?”

“Same as usual.”

That meant he didn’t want to talk about it, so you didn’t pry further.

“You need to rest and regain your strength so you can work hard again tomorrow,” you mumbled sleepily, “I’ve already planned your meals for the next week. We’re going plant-based for a while, you need it.”

Naoya remained silent. You would’ve assumed he’d fallen asleep if it wasn’t for his hand caressing your back in a manner so gentle that seemed so alien with him, the strangeness of it all intensified when you looked up at his face, only to see that he had already been studying your features a long time before. There was an unsettled frown on his face, one that you tried to smoothen away with the pads of your fingertips. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’ve already forgotten about all my worries. They don’t matter anymore,” he whispered, his voice way too soft. It fit the atmosphere, however, whatnot with the newfound intimacy that you basked in. Suddenly, Naoya cupped your cheek, utterly serious as he croaked out, “Baby.”

“Hmm.”

“Do you love me?”

You didn’t have to think twice about it. The answer would be – “Always and forever.”

However, Naoya wasn’t satisfied. He needed more, wanted to understand more, craved to find a logical reason behind your devotion to him.

“Why?” he demanded, “What is it about me you love so much?”

“Everything,” you confessed, the love so clear in your eyes that even for a small moment, Naoya felt like he understood now. “You’re perfect to me, Naoya. I’m glad you’re the one I’m spending my life with. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

“But why?”

“Because,” you giggled, “You’re handsome, you’re caring even if you don’t show it that much, you’re smart, ambitious, hardworking and the best husband I could ask for,” Naoya opened his lips, probably to ask a stupid why again, until you cut him off, silencing your odd husband with a kiss. Thankfully, Naoya gave in, relaxing at your touches. “Loving you is second nature to me. It’s not living if it’s not loving you.”

Although he didn’t – and would never say I love you – he had his own way of expressing it. He let you know that he shared the same stance at you, staring deep into your eyes while he cupped your cheek, surprisingly somber as he proudly said, “I made the right decision of marrying you.”

“I’m glad you don’t regret it.”

“I could never regret it,” he whispered back, but you had already fallen asleep. That night, you dreamt no more. There was no need to when everything you’ve ever wanted was already right there at your reach, and Naoya joined you long after, the faint linger of a loving kiss a husband only ever gave to his wife the last thing you felt before you faded off into dreamland.

[becca-e-barnes]

dbf dark Lee coming over to your place late maybe to have a little chat with your dad- on his way towards the bathroom he notices your asleep with your bedroom door creaked open he can’t help but go into and see that your little night dress rode up revealing those soaked panties of yours- IM A SUCKER FOR SOMNOPHILIA I CANT 😫 before he knows it his thick fingers are fucking that little cunt of yours and you wake up whining at the soreness

Warnings: Somnophilia, dubcon/noncon, age gap but reader is in her 20’s. Please do not read if those themes will upset you

But oh my god I’m WET like… This is so hot bestie

Just the thought of Lee walking past your room and hearing your soft little grunts and tiny moans. He only really means to look in and check that you’re okay and he’s content when he sees you’re asleep on the bed, laid on your front with one leg bent to the side.

He doesn’t really mean to but his eyes drift to your legs, half wondering how you’re even able to sleep like that but then he notices how far your nightdress has shuffled up and God, you’re practically dripping onto the bed, your panties are soaked through entirely.

Never in his life has Lee seen a girl this wet without being touched and he can’t do anything but pity you because he knows you’ll not be able to take care of yourself like he could.

So rather than moving on, he takes a quick look around to make sure he’s alone before stepping inside and kneeling beside your pussy.

He doesn’t waste any time, it’s not like you need to be eased into it after all. He gently hooks his finger under the thin slip of fabric that’s protecting the bed from your slick mess, pushing it to the side to expose your cunt to his hungry eyes.

Your little sobs of need don’t stop, in fact, they only get louder as his thick finger presses into you, a soft groan leaving him as your walls part to allow him entrance. Your body needs this. You’re desperate. It’s not wrong of him to take like this when he’s doing you a favour. At least that’s how he justifies it to himself.

A second finger quickly joins the first and it��s a real stretch for you. He huffs out a quiet moan at how your hole fights to accommodate him, your body struggling to fit him in and he can’t help but wonder how it would feel to have you stuffed full of his cock instead.

But no, this isn’t for him. No matter how quickly he’s getting hard, no matter how desperate he’s becoming at the thought of leaning over and tasting you, that would be selfish. Maybe next time though.

His fingers pump in and out of you, slow and methodical, revelling in the slick squelch that accompanies each movement. Your walls are fluttering, your high not far off.

But then you start to stir. Your body overwhelmed by the painful stretch and the blinding pleasure that comes with it. Your eyes open, your head registering the intrusion and you look down to see Lee sitting at the end of the bed.

“L-Lee what are you-“ you begin, flustered and dazed, trying to cover yourself but he shushes you, flexing his fingers

“Sit still. Gonna make you feel good.” He whispers, pressing the pointer finger of his free hand to his lips because he knows your father is still about somewhere.

“Lee it hurts.” You gasp, your hips grinding down on his fingers despite your better judgement.

“I know, baby, I know. It’ll all feel better when y’cum for me. I promise. Just lemme take care of you.” His fingers have sped up, rubbing against something inside you that you didn’t even know existed.

“Be nice’n quite though, sweets. Your dad’s around here somewhere and I don’t wanna have t’explain that I’m just givin’ his daughter what she needs.” His fingers crook just right, pressing into that sweet spot a little harder and you cum so hard you can hardly breathe. A mix of pain and pleasure addles your brain, making you quiver and shake and gush over his hand, your teeth sinking into the pillow to stifle your own cries.

“Tha’s it, good girl. Cum nice’n hard. Feels good, huh? Told y’it would. Just need a real man to touch you.” He smirks, pulling his fingers out when you’re done, standing up before rubbing them on a towel over your radiator.

“You take care now, angel.” He nods, loving how your chest is still heaving as he slips out of your room, closing the door behind him

[ptergwen]

With that hurt prompt, please do 5 w Peter Parker x his best friend I can just already see him panicking and just decides to hold the reader close 😭

just breathe

warnings: some swearing and descriptions of nightmares eek

prompt: after acting happy and okay all day, A is haunted by vicious nightmares all night. B doesn’t know what to do and in a panic wakes them up and holds them close.

a/n: yooooo bestie peter is my fave thank you for sending this in :,(

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peter sports a wide grin as he licks a stripe up the ice cream cone you two are sharing. you’re sat side by side in a booth at the parlor. you’d decided on getting one scoop of cookies and cream, one scoop of cookie dough — it’s both your favorites.

“your turn,” peter beams, holding out the cone to you. “eh, no thanks. i’m not that hungry,” you offer a small smile. he purses his lips. “that’s like saying the sky’s not blue. come on, have a bite.”

he waves the ice cream around, urging you to take it. you push his hand back with a sigh.

“i don’t bite my ice cream, peter,” you manage a laugh. peter rolls his eyes playfully. “well, i do.” he proves it by chomping a big oreo chunk out of the side, you cringing. “that’s because your freaky super senses are, like, numb to the cold or something,” you insist. “yup! can’t feel a thing,” peter agrees, his mouth full of vanilla.

you grab him a napkin when some dribbles to his chin. he mutters a thank you and blots himself off. your response is a low hum, the smile on your face from before vanishing. peter instantly notices.

you’re right here, but you seem to be somewhere else.

“what’s wrong?” peter wonders, setting down the ice cream in an empty bowl. his eyebrows knit together. “nothing!” you chirp back. “i’m just tired. i, um, haven’t been sleeping too great lately.”

peter definitely knows what that’s like. it’s hell, to put it simply.

gently, he elbows your side. “aw, why didn’t you tell me? got a few tricks up my sleeve for that.” you wrap your arms around his torso, craving the contact and the warmth he radiates. “i dunno. i didn’t think it was that serious. happens to everyone, right?”

“no, y/n/n. it’s not supposed to, at least,” peter chuckles, slinging an arm around your back. “let’s get outta here, hm? we have much more important matters of business to attend to.” you lay your head on his shoulder and peer up at him. “like what?”

he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “we’re taking a nap. fuck a bitch called insomnia.” your lips curve into a frown. “pete, no. i can’t. i’ve tried to, but it never ends well.” peter gives you a pat on the back. “nonsense, you got me now. i’ll even check under the bed for monsters.”

if he only knew.

“can you actually?” you grin hopefully, peter meeting your gaze. “absolutely. it would be my honor.” that puts you more at ease. “you’re such a good friend… the best,” you murmur and lean into him more. he rests his head atop yours with a smile you don’t see.

“alright, my little night owl. we should get going.”

you two skip your way back to peter’s place, greeting aunt may before he drags you into his room for your nap.

you’re not looking forward to the sleeping part. you are looking forward to the sharing a bed with peter part, though. he’s a cuddler.

“ok,” peter claps his hands. “warm milk, extra blankets, and we’re officially in a monster free zone,” he lists off, fluffing the pillow under your head. “missing anything?” you reach up for one of his hands. “yeah, you.”

laughing softly, peter squeezes your hand and takes your half full mug of warm milk. he puts it down on his desk.

“mm, i’m coming. scooch,” peter commands, you moving over so there’s a space for him. he gets under the covers and pulls them up around you both. you prop your chin in your hand, watching him.

peter turns on his side to face you, with open arms and a smirk. “what are you waiting for? spoon me,” he prompts. you scoff. “what’s the magic word?” his nose scrunches up. “please… and thank you.”

satisfied with that, you loop your arms around peter’s middle and give him your cheesiest smile. he smiles back, his arms circling around your waist loosely.

“this alright?” peter murmurs, searching for your eyes. you nod in response. “more than. thank you, peter.”

he tilts his head down and lets his lips brush your forehead feather lightly. that earns a yawn from you, peter biting back another grin.

“sweet dreams, sleepyhead,” he wishes you, his voice a whisper. you easily drift off soon after.

not too much later, peter finds himself jolting awake. his spidey senses are going haywire. he’s not sure why because everything seems fine, so he figures it might be a false alarm and tries to fall back asleep.

then, he feels you twitching in his arms.

your whole body stiffens against his, muffled whimpers leaving your lips. tears stream down your cheeks in your sleep as you unconsciously clutch onto peter for dear life.

peter realizes what’s going on and immediately springs to action.

you’re having a nightmare. a vivid one, too. no wonder you haven’t been sleeping well.

“y/n?” peter calls your name, his eyes wide and heart beating faster. you only grip onto him tighter. “y/n…” peter calls your name again. your tears are wetting your face, broken sobs absolutely destroying him. you’re shaking almost violently, and he feels so helpless.

“y/n… y/n, wake up!” peter nearly shouts, you jumping out of his arms with a squeal. your crying stops momentarily, but starts back up when you remember the horrifying images your own mind just concocted.

peter sits up next to you, quietly so as not to startle. “hey, hey, hey,” he coos, you gasping and snapping your head in his direction. you let out a shaky breath upon seeing it’s only him.

“peter…” you croak, throwing your arms around him. he cradles the back of your head, your face hidden in the crook of his neck. “i got you, y/n. i got you,” he assures and secures his other arm around your trembling form. his fingers carefully twist in your locks, you hiccuping as you struggle for air.

“i got you,” peter repeats more firmly, slowly rocking you. “just breathe, y/n/n. in and out.” you make an attempt, although it’s choppy. he strokes your hair, you grasping at the thin material of his t-shirt.

“it was so scary, peter. i… i was…” you can’t get your words out. you’re in shock. “we don’t have to talk about it until you’re ready,” peter says in a hushed tone, hugging you flush against him. “however long it takes… i’m not going anywhere.”

and, he doesn’t. he stays up with you late into the night, wipes away your fresh tears and grounds you with his kind words as many times as you need to hear them.

peter really is the best, even better.

[tth-pdf]

Burning for love; JJK [03]

Contents: Smut, little bit of dirty talk, supernatural themes, romance, fluff, unedited.

Pairing: Werewolf!alpha!jungkook x omega!reader

Summary: A handsome man is hunting you in the dreams world, making every day more difficult to repress the need to come find him in the middle of the night to submit yourself to his every wish.

Requests: ON

A/N: Hello angels, sorry for the LONG wait, was so busy with school and depressing myself, but here it is, I tried to do my best and please also remember that English is not my first language be kind (😩), sorry for any grammar mistake, enjoy it and take care besties! 💖

Jungkook was insatiable, he just couldn’t seem to get enough of you, he has already fuck you senseless on the kitchen counter, the sofa, the living room floor, the restroom sink, simply everywhere, but he seem to want more and more and more, he wanted so much that you could hardly believe it.

Right now you were waking up, feeling incredibly good, feeling like everything was fine, but those emotions were gone as soon as common sense started to come back to you. Yesterday, Jungkook’s hands everywhere, that incredible first orgasm, but the one who made it happen… His scent, his bright eyes, strong arms making you feel like you can do it all, but above all the interest he had in you, what makes you feel on cloud nine it’s the way he seemed to be mesmerized by your expressions and sounds, knowing right where to touch without a doubt. Almost every space in your skin was painted by the ferocity with which he seems to love you, that marks on your skin being the carnal representation of your wonderful night but insecurities started to rise right at this moment, your mother will be mad, she will yell at you that in the pack were more suitable omegas for alpha Jungkook, the nasty glances and the possibility that some of the females in the pack may try to take what is yours, damn, the mere thought of it makes your eyes turn bright red provoked by the sudden rage coursing through your body. Immediately sensing the unpleasant feelings in you Jungkook comes out of the bathroom, wet hair and drops of water running down his body, making your mouth water, so just like magic your body and inner wolf instruct you to crawl to the end of the bed and touch him, to offer yourself to him, second thoughts completely forgotten by now so you follow your instincts and touch and admire from his hard abdomen to caressing his broad shoulders and just show him that look in your eyes, the one he knows like the back of his hand consequence of all the hours spent admiring and getting to know your body.

“Little girl woke up hungry?”

A hand of his goes to your waist and the other caress your cheek and just like fire can light up the darkest place your senses explode inside of you and once again everything feels a hundred times more, all the textures around you, you can hear the sounds of children and women playing in the distance, even the steps of the smallest animal but his deep chuckle brings you to him again and you feel like melting. Even kneeling at the edge of the bed he is much taller than you, (like a shelter for the most difficult moments in life), warm and golden skin beneath your fingertips and the delicious beating of his heart calming all your nerves and insecurities.

You look right back at him with the same intensity, different shades of golden dancing in your eyes while his are different shades of deep purple, the connection between both of you more palpable than never, trying not to break the eye contact you turn your face to his nearest scent gland, which means is his wrist, basking yourself in his delicious aroma.

“I see what you are at puppy, but I’m afraid that I can only deal with you once before I leave”

His last words hit you hard making you feel like drowning and desperate from one moment to another.

“Are you leaving?, I thought that this days… Were for us”

He can see your teary eyes making him wish he had never said that, breaking his heart a little.

“Don’t be like that baby, I will make sure to end that meeting as soon as I can to come back to your arms but you will have to be a good girl and wait here”

You know he is in a hurry but you can not help but want submit to his wonderful hands and simply seduce him to have him eating out of the palm of your hand, have him only for yourself and memorize all his features.

“You promised it, you said you were going to make me a priority always, you lied to me”

You weren’t usually like this, but when he is around your common sense flies out of the window, so while you're throwing a tantrum and moving uncontrollably under his body he grows impatient and his alpha instincts kick in, putting with undeniably force both your wrists above your head and growls, the signal he’s giving you to submit, the air in the bedroom changing its way.

“Pretty girls know how to wait and to obey their alphas, I already told you I was sorry puppy and remember that I don’t fucking owe apologies to anyone, if I knew this wasn’t important I would have told them to fuck up, you should know your place baby, but good news for you, I’m feeling like even though you have been a little bit of a bad girl you deserve to remember me all over this pretty skin while I’m gone, isn’t that what my puppy wanted, huh?”

He manhandles you until you’re comfortably seated en his strong tights, holding his gaze you can see all the things he wants you to know, all that shit that cannot be said, all the things that are not expressed in a good way by putting them into words, so instead you will use your bond and body.

“Sit on my dick slow baby, make it hurt so you have something to remember, get yourself full of my pups”

And you do as you are told, you slip right where you belong to, starting to bounce yourself slow and hard but even though it feels like heaven you feel like you’re going to die because he doesn’t touch you, he is just watching.

“Touch me please or I’m going to hit you hard”

He laughs but you know he's holding back the urge to order you around.

“I love when my little girl turns all bossy”

You wiggle your hips not exactly knowing where to look but what makes you let out a loud moan of his name is the way he thrusts his incredible hips harder than you had planned, tip of his touching the spongy spot that makes you meet god in person.

“If I’m not gonna have you for a while at least show me that fierce side of you one more time baby, gods above, look at you, bouncing tits and pretty face with an even prettier voice filling my ears of pretty sounds, fuck puppy, turn around and see yourself on the mirror”

You tell him to wait a second because you want to remember him like this, beneath your body and that playful smirk but when you do turn a little your face to see the image that bites back at you is incredible, you even smile don’t exactly recognizing you but looking damn hot on top of your man. You can’t with the feelings so the first thing that comes to your mind is to grab a hold of some of his beautiful locks of hair and tug hard, enough for him to gain some more lustful rage and suddenly slam you in the mirror that both of you were looking a moment ago with such excitement, what brings you back to reality of the pleasure that does nothing but increase is the manly hand grabbing at your jaw, making it open slightly, enough for him to spit on it. And you fucking love it.

“That’s a good mate baby, swallow it all and show me”

All this time he hasn’t stopped that sinful hips of his so at this time it’s starting to hurt and you begin to loose all your grips but you now that he will catch you anyways.

All you are feeling is incredible, you fell full, satisfied. Your throat feels hoarse but it doesn’t matter as you held gazes once again, but it’s the whole moment, your own bubble. Watching his pretty eyes you realize that you have won in live, entirely.

“You don’t have a fucking idea of how bad I want to mount you everywhere until I know you are really pregnant, hell baby I love you so fucking much”

He is right in front of your face, both of your moths open but your not kissing, now he’s the one grabbing your hair into a fist but he can do whatever he wants with you right now and all you will say is thank you.

You’re both touching the finish lines and it’s then that you wonder if this is how it will always be, hot, sweaty and just incredible.

He kiss you right at the final, where both of you have reached the peak, smiling at each other like fools but entirely living the dream.

[...]

You know that Jungkook told you to not leave the room until he was back but you were really hungry and needing some fresh air, so knowing that maybe everyone was serving him in that meeting you dared to head for the nearest kitchen to just grab something and come back. You are happy when no one approach you on the way, focusing on the task to make you a quick drink and cut up some fruit.

You feel happy and complete, at ease with the environment despite missing your alpha a bit, but your clothes and body still smell like him so that’s something for now. That’s the same reason why you don’t hear the pretty and stealthy she-wolf approaching the kitchen, watching you closely.

“It stinks in here, you must have had a very good night young lady”

You jump a little because you are not supposed to see anybody in the sensitive state in which you now find yourself.

“Sorry, I wasn’t supposed to be here”

You murmured your words shyly so low that if it were not for the incredible senses of the lycanthrope body, the girl would have miss it.

She chuckles lightly and by her smell you know that she is a rare breed of a female alpha, but right now every smell its simply too much, almost unpleasant.

“No worries baby, no one else is here but me”

She is a little intimidating to be honest and It’s evident that she knows clearly what to do to get what she wants.

“I should… Probably go”

You try to rush towards the exit in order to feel protected inside the four walls where everything smells like Jungkook but just as you are about to walk through the door the pretty girl grabs you a little hard enough to make you let out a whimper. And it’s that exact moment that lets you know that something is awfully wrong, that you should have never left the room.

“Where are you going?, let me talk to you for a moment, I never had the pleasure of knowing you formally”

You know that she can her your heart beating uncontrollably and smell the fear mixed with nerves.

“Don’t be scared pretty thing just wanted to chat with you”

There’s something strange in her, something that you can’t quite put your finger on.

“This shouldn’t be happening, I’m sorry but I really should get back to-”

While interrupting you she is also forcing you to sit on the small benches that are situated in the kitchen only to bring you to a full state of discomfort and nervousness.

“Is Jungkook really into you honey?”

The sudden questions makes you blink twice and hold a breath, this seems like a pointless conversation, she didn’t even try to do some more small talk .

“Pardon…?”

“Oh my, was I too direct?”

You still don’t see the clarity of the conversation because to your eyes she looks like a lunatic, asking questions about of nowhere.

“Honey, it’s just… Have you never heard what is whispered around the pack, about him and the pretty girl of the Kim pack or even worse… The boy with the deadly beauty from the Park family”

You do have heard the rumors, they were too strong when you were younger and more naive.

“I’m afraid that… I can’t help you with anything, I should really go…”

She puts his body in front of yours so that both of her arms are locked on the wall behind you, blocking any way out.

“Damn, just listen to me for a fucking second, I thought that you knew what was best for you”

You sit still because her harsh words came out more like an alpha command and you just couldn’t fight your true nature.

“Good girl”

You would never imagined that such a mundane phrase would disgust you so much.

“I know you don’t like me wolfie but I have been very well aware of the second thoughts that run at full speed in your little head about the bond that you share with that man”

if you had one wish, you would ask to disappear from this awful situation, if only you had listened to your alpha…

“I don’t understand what you want from me, please just let me go, I’m not going to tell Jungkook”

The female alpha just laughs a little, like you have said to her the funniest thing ever.

“He and I are at the same rank honey and of course you will not tell him anything, I have something that might interest you.”

Your posture is defensive but when she says that she backs a little and you take the opportunity to relax only little bit, a new look of curiosity in your angelic and innocent features.

“I don’t want to upset you honey but look at yourself for a second and tell me if you see yourself as the perfect representation of a good mate for someone like him”

She can easily see the insecurity cross your features because if anything has been bothering you since you found out about the bond it is that.

“I have the perfect solution to all of your concerns baby, there’s someone far more suited to take your place. Look at your neck, he hasn’t even marked you, but really, don’t worry and don’t overthink it, he will be in good hands. I know someone who can make the arrangements, all safe and of course you will be having a far more suited alpha”

It’s really stupid, but you actually think about it, as if all the previous moments with him didn't matter. At the end of the day all you're looking for is his well-being and happiness, isn't it?

People are going to talk, that's for sure, but you could assure him better commentaries and a better future, even if it's not by your side, but what will happen with the few moments that both of you have shared?

“In case you were wondering… No, you will not remember, everything will be gone as soon as the bond is broken. Just think about it for a second, remember all your insecurities and the bad feelings while being his mate, that must be annoying, let yourself be happy, both of you”

You are deep in your thoughts so you miss the way her canines grow in size and that dangerous gleam in her eyes.

“I… I’ll do it”

Call yourself a fool, but that tempting offer was enough for you to maybe, just maybe get yourself a better life, but above all a better life and opportunities for him… Or at least that was what your insecure brain thought.

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[bukojuiice]

— what they would be like as disney princes

ೃ pairings: (izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, and eijiro kirishima x fem! reader)

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Eijiro Kirishima –  as Li Shang from Mulan

-        *Mulan voice* Eijiro? Eijiro? Eijiroooo

-        Eijiro Kirishima is the handsome son of the Army General and it’s very obvious that everyone swoons for him. Yes, everyone in the army.

-        He’s manly, brave, sweet, caring, and responsible. What more can a soldier ask for?

-        “LET’S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS! TO DEFEAT THE VILLAINS!” (ok that sounded better in my head)

-        during the “I make a man out of you” sequence, kirishima uses his hardening quirk to not only hype up his warriors but also for that extra effect. He’s just bad-ass and hot like that.

-        Eijiro wakes up at 5 am to train and work out. And yes, he does that shirtless. It helps him move a lot more and of course, it’s pleasing to the eyes.

-        H I S T O N E D M U S C L E S. that’s it. That’s the headcanon.

-        He needs that daily grind after all !

-        You swear you could hear the other soldiers sigh dreamily every time they catch him work out.

-        Whenever he praises his fellow comrades, he smiles a very cheeky smile, his shark teeth cutely popping out and it’s just so endearing and charming.

-        After being ridiculed and belittled by your fellow comrades for being physically weak, you wanted to prove them that they were wrong. You continue to stay determined as you decided to create your training regime that consisted of waking up at 5 am in the morning to train too (and this was prior to knowing that kirishima would wake up at the same time to work out too. Oooh~ what a coincidence.)

-        “(Y/N)! You like him? Helloooooo!? Him and I even share the same hair color! He ain’t worth it!”

-        “Mushu, please. You are a discount version of him. Now, I’m going to go and train now.”

-        You leave your tent at exactly 5 am, and as you began to stretch and do warm-ups outside, the biggest tent across yours suddenly opens up too, revealing General Eijiro Kirishima… in his shirtless getup.

-        “A-ah! Good Morning General Kirishima!” You stand up straight, shifting your weight to the right leg and bending your left, bowing to him.

-        He nods at you, shooting you a small smile. “You’re up early. Early for a new recruit! Do you plan to train?”

-        “Y-yes! I will be using the pole and training weights sir!” You bow your head, as you remain standing straight.

-        He hands you over the weights. He refuses to give it to you, instead insists to tie it on your wrists and help you up the wooden pole.

-        General Kirishima holds you by the waist, making sure you don’t fall and you’re positioned correctly onto the pole. “Alright. You’re positioned in the right way now, you may proceed.”

-        You continue to hold onto it, lowkey about to bang your head on the wooden pole as you were about to die of embarrassment.

-        “(Y/N), he’s just being nice and just treats you like any other soldier under his command. Don’t expect too much!” Mushu whispers from your side, as soon as general kiri steps back and was not within earshot of the two of you.

-        “I don’t have my hopes up at all, Mushu. I’m not expecting anything.” You sigh, trying to reassure yourself as you began climbing up. The weights pull you down, but you must persevere.

-        “You can do this, (L/N)!”

-        “(L/N)!?” You squeak, losing your focus, slipping down the pole and back to square one. You were a fumbling mESS

-        “woah woah woah. Is everything alright?” he was about to hold onto your waist again, making sure you don’t fall off or fall down. You collect yourself before becoming too flustered to answer.

-        “Y-yes General Kirishima! I’m fine!”

-        When your gender had finally been revealed after the battle against the villains, Kirishima did not feel betrayed albeit just disappointed that you had to hide that fact for far too long and wasn’t being open to him when the two of you became much closer

-        He’s been in love with you ever since the beginning.

-        He’s always admired your passion and your drive. However, due to him being the general, he wasn’t so sure to approach you without being biased. 

-        “You don’t find a girl like that in every hero’s journey.”

Katsuki Bakugo – as The Beast

-        Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a blonde young prince lived in a     shining castle.  Although he had everything his heart desired and his quirk was one of the most powerful many have seen, the prince was belligerent, selfish, and unkind.  But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. 

-       Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.  The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love and no humbleness in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there.    

-        We’ve been known, the B in bakugo stands for beast (insert lenny face for a certain implication)

-        Essentially, Bakugo had two quirks at once. Not only was he now a beast, (a physical quirk) but he also has his explosion quirk.

-        He’d pretty much look the same as the beast from the Disney movie, however there’s some blonde highlights in his fur and he’s much more aggressive and intimidating to look at. His fangs more emphasized and he has a much softer appearance; like that of a huge pomeraninan.

-        Ok…. no thoughts head empty just thinking about katsuki having an even huskier voice now that he’s transformed into a beast.

Katsuki Bakugo, who was ashamed of his newly transformed monstrous appearance, shut himself in his castle, The rose the old woman had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year.  If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken.  If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.  As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love an explosive beast?

-        Significant members of Katsuki’s posse who were turned into magical items were Eijiro Kirishima, his castle maître d' whom had turned into a candelabra, his annoying majordomo, Tenya Ilda became a pendulum clock, the head housekeeper, Ochaco Uraraka had turned into an enchanted teapot, the vice-head housekeeper, Denki Kaminari had become a little tea cup, Mina Ashido, the lady-in-waiting became an enchanted wardrobe, and lastly, Hanta Sero, the Castle’s Valet and Chaffeur, became a coat rack.

-        All of Katsuki’s servants try their very best to make their prince change his ways, however, to no avail, their efforts have been fruitless. They were about to lose hope as Bakugo was about turn 21, which meant the rose would no longer bloom until… you came.

-        Gran Torino, your grandfather, had gotten lost in the woods and ended up finding Bakugo’s castle to seek shelter, not knowing he had been trespassing all along. After Katsuki finds him, he throws him to the castle dungeon.

-        You were the spirited, headstrong and bookish “beauty” of the town, however only being admired for your looks and not for your intelligence. You really had enough of this village and wanted to get out of here asap but after your grandfather had told you to wait just a little bit more, even though you frankly had enough of Monoma, the ~most handsome~ yet the biggest jerk in town constantly asking for your hand in marriage.

-        The disappearance of your grandfather had prompted for you to search for him, leading you too, to the beast’s castle.

-        Once you get there, you are to be greeted by Bakugo in his very beastly form, terrifying you. However, you stood your ground, asking for your grandfather. Gran Torino is set free under the condition of you having to stay in the castle instead.

-        At your first night, you refuse to join him for dinner enraging him.

-        “Where is she?” Bakugo grits his teeth, growling at Ilda.

-        “Aha- Well- You see… she’s not coming.” Ilda mutters nervously, his clock hands waving in weird chopping gestures.

-        “WHAT!?” Bakugo’s voice echoes around the dining hall, He leaps out of the room, busting the doors open, whilst Kirishima, Ilda, and Ochaco follow suit.

-        He bangs the door, “OI OI OI I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO COME DOWN FOR DINNER?”

-        “I’m not hungry.” You reply softly.

-        “ HAH? YOU COME OUT OR I’LL BREAK DOWN THE DOOR!”

-        “Master Bakugo… I could be wrong, but that may not be the way to win a girl’s affection.” Kirishima speaks in a hushed whisper, grimacing.

-        “Please attempt to be a gentleman.” Ilda says slowly and matter of factly.

-        Bakugo grits his teeth, scrunching his eyebrows, pointing to the door. “But she’s being… SO DIFFICULT!” he turns to the door, as if wanting you to hear what he was saying.

-        “Gently… Gently…” Ochaco repeats, trying to calm the prince down.

-        Bakugo rolls his eyes and repeats his words more softly this time, “Oi… will you come down for dinner?”

-        “No.”

-        He turns to his servants once again, pointing to the door, his mouth forming into a pout.

-        “O- It would be my greateest pleasure if you would join me for dinner.” He could barely muster out the words. “Please?”

-        “No, thank you!”

-        “YOU CAN’T STAY THERE FOREVER!” He barks, “THEN GO AHEAD AND STARVE!” He storms out of the hall, running his way to his castle wing.

-        After you were saved by the beast from the wolves, you tend to his wounds. Bakugo was rather… stubborn and didn’t want you to touch it or even press hot compress onto it.

-        He continues to growl lowly, still seething from the pain, attempting to lick it just like any other canine would do.

-        “Don’t do that.” You try to stop him from doing so, he growls at you, moving his wounded arm away from you. The castle servants watch in fear, taking a few steps back.

-        “Just hold still.”

-        “GRRR! THAT HURTS!”

-        “If you hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much!”

-        “IF YOU HADN’T RAN AWAY THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED!”

-        “If you didn’t scare me, then I wouldn’t have run away!”

-        “PHAH! WELL YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE GONE TO THE WEST WING!”

-        “Well, you should learn how to control your temper!”

-        He was about to protest, until he couldn’t think of anymore good comebacks, he stops. he pouts and rests his head on his hand as a sign of defeat.

-        After that night, the two of you had finally warmed up to each other. Wanting to surprise you and at the suggestion of Kirishima and Ilda, Bakugo had finally given you the chance to explore the west wing. Surprising you by leading to you the castle’s huge and well-kept library. A place where he seeks solace and peace.

-        You never expected him to be someone so aggressive yet be so interested in reading and of other mediums of knowledge. You had a lot in common and a feeling was blossoming between the two of you. In turn, you help him act more like a gentleman.

-        You continue to spend time with him, not knowing that you were slowly but surely falling.

-        “There’s something sweet and almost kind, but he was mean, coarse and unrefined. And now he’s dear, and I’m unsure, I wonder why I didn’t see it there before?”

-        As much as bakugo denies that he isn’t in love with you, he’s actually always had. He had just feared that you would never love him in return.

-        With the help of the fashionista turned enchanted closet that is Mina, she brings out a beautiful golden ballgown hemmed with golden roses, with off the shoulder sleeves and golden gloves to complete the look. You tie some of your hair into a neat bun, with the majority trails down your neck in a beautiful and flowing motion.

-        Bakugo on the other hand, was dressed in such a refined and handsome way. He wore a golden vest over a white dress shirt with a white kerchief. And, to complete the look, his very trusting stylists, Kirishima and Kaminari styled him in black pants.

-        As you dance the night away, the chandelier adorned with sparkling crystals hanging above you, the mural in the ceiling looking ever so heavenly, and calming waltz music to accompany you… it was a dream come true.

-        You nestle your head onto Bakugo’s shoulder, the latter looking a bit surprised yet his mouth forming into a small smile as he continues to guide you by hold your hand, twirling you around and just dancing with you. No other peering or judgemental eyes to stop the two of you from doing so.

-        Did I mention that he was an amazing dancer? Perks of being a prince I guess, but it’s also one of his natural talents.

-        Bakugo lets you go back to your grandfather that same night, watching you leave with your horse on the balcony.

-        He loves you, so he has to let you go.

-        Monoma and the village people ambush the castle to kill the beast, the castle servants trying their best to keep them at bay and the ever so arrogant village hunter climbing his way to Bakugo, you rush to the scene, and as soon as Bakugo sees you, he regains his strength and sends Monoma falling down a pit.

-        Bakugo was able to go back to his quarters with you helping him down, taking one last look at you.

-        He smiles half-heartedly, still trying to catch his breath. “You came back…”

-        “Of course, I came back.” You fight the tears trying to form in your eyes, hugging him tightly and trying to comfort him in his last moments. “If only I’ve gotten here sooner.”

-        “I-it’s better this way.”

-        “We’re together now! Everything’s going to be fine…”

-        “At least, I got to see you one last time.”

-        “P-please… Don’t leave me… I love you.”

-        As the last rose petal was about to fall, Bakugo is knocked out and is slowly succumbing to his wounds. It is through your genuine care and love for him, along with his change of heart and new resolve (albeit still retaining most of his temperamental and pompous personality, he is able to keep it in check) he transforms back into a human.

-        Along with all those who lived in the castle turning back into human, the castle retaining it’s original bright and vibrant colors and atmosphere, you and Bakugo live your very own happily ever after.

Izuku Midoriya  –  as Hercules from Hercules

-        A babie Izuku had been sent down from godlihood to live as a mortal, as his parents, All Might, the God of Thunder, and Inko, the Goddess of Marriage had wanted to protect him from AFO, the God of the Underworld, who will take over Mount Olympus if Izuku does not take him down according to a prophecy.

-        He grows up as a simpleton, the adopted son of both farmers, dreaming to make it big out there, with very ambitious and pure dreams of becoming a hero.

-        But after, being belittled by his very own peers for not looking the part as he couldn’t control his gifted super strength, scrawny, timid, too pure for this world and quite weakhearted, Izuku wanted to prove to them that he will become a hero in the future.

-        “Sometimes… I feel like, I really don’t belong here. Like I’m supposed to be someplace else…” Izuku confesses sincerely, his adoptive father looking at him in worry as he did not want to stop the young boy from learning who he actually was and all the potential he has.

-        “If you found me then… where did I come from? Why was I left here?”

-        His adoptive parents hand him over a golden medal with a thunder and lightning symbol that was said to be hanging around his neck when they found him. This was his answer that raised more questions.

-        He embarks on his journey to find one of the temples of All Might, as this was the only thing the symbol on the medal could allude to.

-        Okay but go the distance fits Izuku so well! A pure and hopeful young boy seeking to make a difference in this world and just wanting to become a hero by the most wholesome means.

-  “I have often dreamed of a far off place, Where a hero's welcome would be waiting for me. Where the crowds would cheer, when they see my face, and a voice keeps saying this is where I'm meant to be…”

-        just imagining izuku’s boyish voice singing this is just aaaaaaa

-        He eventually finds one of the temples, learning that all along, he was the son of the legendary God. All Might tells him he must prove his worth and earn back his godhood by becoming a true hero.

-        His father tells him to go search for Shota Aizawa, the famed instructor who has taught many great heroes in his time. Gifting Izuku a Pegasus, he embarks on another journey again to find the man, so that he may be trained.

-        When he arrives at the home of Aizawa, the teacher had retired as none of his heroes have ever earned a constellation in the sky, prompting him to expel them.

-        Izuku however, explained to his soon-to-be teacher that he wasn’t like the others, and… he proved true.

-        Although Aizawa was hesitant at first, he liked the kid’s determination and sheer will, so he began to train him.

-        Maybe, he could make a difference.

-        After his training and after undergoing an amazing transformation, Izuku was finally ready to start his way to achieving Godhood and becoming a true hero.

-        On the way to a nearby city, Izuku encounters you, a totally not damsel in distress and totally not a pawn of AFO, being tormented by a minotaur.

-        Izuku saves you and you couldn’t help but notice how pure and how gentle he was. You thank him albeit with a tint of sarcasm, hoping the two of you would meet again as you venture deeper into the forest to go and meet with AFO, whom you made a deal with in order to bring back your lost lover from the dead- only for them to leave you soon after.

-        You were once a very soft and romantic person. So open to giving love to others and never shying away from any form of affection. However…

-        After that terrible experience, you developed a cynical outlook. Not taking slack from anybody, always keeping your distance, barely interacting with others and showing no interest in forming any genuine relationships with others ever since.

-        Izuku reminded you that there was still some good in this world.

-        His genuine innocence, his boyish yet handsome looks, his pure determination to save others and his charismatic wit just swept you off of your feat.

-        However, you still had to keep your distance. You just weren’t ready to trust anyone again after that what had happened.

-        Izuku finally reaches his destination, defeating a Hydra using both of his wits and his strength, as he becomes a celebrated hero around the city of Musustafu.

-        Since then, he jumped from city to city, striking down every otherworldly monster that AFO had created to try and defeat him, and making him somewhat of a celebrity.

-        Izuku, however, remained humble. Knowing full well that the fame he had gained was not needed in order to become a hero.

-        In fact, it was what could become a hero’s biggest downfall.

-        Whilst chilling around in a huge museum dedicated to Izuku’s efforts, you pay him a visit and the pure and wholesome boy, clearly enthralled by you since the beginning, became very flustered at the sight of seeing you.

-        You start playing with your words, flirtatiously manipulating him to get him to go on a date with you.

-        “(Y/N) by the gods, he’s so pure why would you do this?” you thought. “what did he do to deserve this from me?” yet, you were bound by a contract with the god of the underworld, so it’s not like you have any choice right?

-        You go on a date with him, and end up falling reeeeeeal hard.

-        The two of you end your date in a romantic park, filled with conveniently placed statues of couples and a statue of Izuku, in the middle, near the fountain for you to fawn over whilst singing one of the best Disney songs ever to.

-        Aizawa hastens him to leave as they still have training to do, but he doesn’t leave until he picks a white flower from a tree, giving it to you, and planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

-        Midoriya hops on his Pegasus and they flutter away as you continue to watch his figure travel farther and farther away from you.

-        You observe and play with the white rose on your hand, sighing dreamily, until you snap back into your senses and think about the matter at hand.

-        “Ugh… what’s the matter with me? You’d think a girl would learn.”

-        *Cue Music and the Muses known as Ochaco, Tsuyu, Momo, Mina and Jirou)

-        “Who d'you think you're kidding~ He's the earth and heaven to you. Try to keep it hidden, Honey we can see right through you. Girl you can't conceal it We know how you're feeling... who you thinking of~”

-        The muses continue the musical number, yet in your heart you just need to deny these new and fuzzy emotions you were feeling for Izuku.

-        “No chance no way I won't say it, no no. (You swoon you sigh why deny it oh oh) It's too cliche I won't say I'm in loveeee…”

-        After all the ordeals Izuku had to go through to save you, (literally jumping into the river styx to recover your soul) his willingness to sacrifice himself for you was the final key needed to ascend to Godhood, and so that he may join his parents and the other gods in Mount Olympus once more.

-        However, this would come at a cost, if he were to go back to Mount Olympus, that would mean he wouldn’t see you ever again, instead only being able to watch over you from up and above.

-        And so, he chooses to remain on Earth with you, and even without his godly status, he could remain as the striking and true hero he is.

-        The two of you watch the night sky as All Might forms a constellation on the sky just for Izuku. Not only making Aizawa also proud, but also as a sign that Izuku himself- (and your love) was worth seeing in the stars.

Shoto Todoroki – as Flynn Rider from Tangled

-        Ok this is a bit of a stretch and I KNOW IT IS

-        Fantasy au Shoto has a white horse, and Flynn rider befriends a white horse that hates him. that’s the closest similarity these two have.

-        Flynn rider is my favorite unofficial Disney prince, and shoto is my favorite mha boy so let’s just roll with this!!

-        Shoto Todoroki was a lost prince turned thief, and after he rebelled from his controlling and manipulative father, His only way of escape was if he turned to a life of thievery, hiding his identity and straying away from his mantle as the Prince of the Todoroki Family.

-        He was very rebellious and mischievous, yet was also stern and rather monotone at times. He would crack jokes, but they would fall flat most of time and despite being absolutely handsome and looking very charismatic and charming on the outside, he wasn’t the best at picking up any gestures or flirtatious remarks said to him.

-        He approached some thieves before and very innocently asked them how to live the life of a rogue, the bandits laughed at him but were nice enough to give him tips. The first advice they told Shoto was to take up a moniker. So that he wouldn’t be easily discovered or found by security officials. They jokingly called him The Half-Hot and Half Cold prince, because of his looks and his quirk.

-        Not knowing that he was an actual prince. A wayward prince to be specific.

-        Shoto didn’t care enough so he used the nickname given to them and went on his way to a different castle.

-        After abandoning his kingdom, he chooses to live freely by his own means, and making the most of his time as a free man and not as a prince. You only live once after all.

-        He then leaves for the Kingdom of Corona, being forced to create a trio with very unfriendly bandits, Sato and Koda. Their mission was to steal the crown on the eve of your birthday and hope to sell it for an absolutely impossible price.

-        After they successfully infiltrate the palace and steal the crown jewel, Shoto stacks the prized possession into his satchel, betraying Koda and Sato, using them as a scapegoat, and making his way to a nearby forest settlement where he may hide and then move on to the next kingdom.

-        However, he underestimated the castle guards as they were able to find traces of him. Shoto, not wanting to back down from a fight, uses his ice quirk to prevent the guards from following him in any further into the forest. (He refuses to use his fire quirk due to its relation to his father)

-        Knowing that it wouldn’t take long before the castle guards would find him again, he had to go somewhere and hide first.

-        He then sees an obscure and weirdly placed tower in the middle of the forest, thinking that he may take refuge there. And so, Shoto uses his ice quirk once more to elevate himself onto the only open window of the tower.

-        He was about to start adjusting to his new surroundings as he steps foot inside, until…

-        BANG!

-        The last thing he heard was the sound of a clanging frying pan.

-        Unbeknownst to him, he was hit on the head by said frying pan.

-        Shoto wakes up to see that he was tied to a chair and his precious satchel gone by his side. He observes his surroundings to see that he was not tied by a rope, but instead tied using someone’s long and luscious hair. Hair so long that it was scattered all around the room.

-        “Is this… hair?”

-        You appear from the darkness, a very smug look spread upon your face, gripping the frying pan tightly.

-        You were the lost princess of the kingdom of Corona. You were kidnapped by Mother Midnight, and she raised you as your own, keeping you locked in the tower so that she can use the regeneration powers coming from your hair to make herself younger.

-        Each year, the king and the queen release lanterns in the sky on your birthday, hoping for your safe return.

-        It was too much of a coincidence. You know in your heart that the lanterns are meant for you. Yet, Mother Midnight constantly forbids and refuses you from leaving the tower.

-        “Who are you? And how did you find me?” You grit your teeth, interrogating him, your frying pan ready to hit on him if he dares to make a move.

-        Tsuyu, your pet chameleon and best friend was watching the half-and-half man intently.

-        “I’m the Half Hot- Half Cold Prince.” He says simply, barely moving and showing any emotion. You stare back at him, puzzled. What the heck was wrong with this guy?

-        “I mean, your actual name.” You repeat yourself as you slowly continue to approach him.

-        “Oh. I’m Shoto. Shoto Todoroki.” He says plainly once again. “Can I have my satchel back please?”

-        “Nope.” You reply, popping the p. “Why are you even here for the first place? Is it for my hair!?”

-        “He tilts his head in confusion, “Of course not. I was being chased and saw this tower, so I used my quirk and got up here. Now, may I please have my satchel back?”

-        “Hmm… if you say you’re from the outside then… I need you to take me to the lights.” You climb up your room balcony, pulling the curtain away to reveal the beautiful mural you made in dedication to the lanterns that are released from the kingdom every year during your birthday. “Then, I’ll give you your satchel.”

-        He looks at the mural in awe for a moment then breathes a hefty sigh, “Alright. We have a deal.”

-        You untie him from your hair. He stands up quickly and was about to descend down the tower. “I can use my quirk to bring us down-“

-        “Nah.” You hold up your hand in front of him, throwing your hair down and using it as a swing as you glide down with grace.

-        Your eyes meet the grass and you take a deep breath before you take your first step on it and then…

-        “My life will finally begin.” You take in your surroundings, feeling overwhelming happiness about to burst inside you.

-        Shoto catches up to you, using his quirk to slide down the tower. He crosses his arms, at the sight of seeing you jumping around like a little chipmunk who has not seen any land, a contempt look plastered upon his face, just wanting to get this job done and head on to the next kingdom he could go to.

-        “THIS IS AMAZING!” You watch him resting by the tree, leaning on it. You kick a pile of leaves to get his attention as you twirl around in your place, still taking in all these wonderful sights.

-        “Look. We have to get to the kingdom grounds as soon as possible or else-“

-        “It’s (Y/N).”

-        “Excuse me?”

-        “I’m (Y/N). I just remembered that I didn’t tell you that a while ago. Sorry!” You smile cheekily at him and because of how adorable you looked; he gave you a pass.

-        “Alright. Let’s go then, (Y/N).

-        Your adventure was absolutely chaotic. From entering a tavern full of scary bandits, for them to actually be softies all this time who were willing to help you see the lights. When the castle guards track down Shoto in the tavern, the bandits help you escape through a hidden passage, but find yourselves stuck in a flooding cave.

-        Thinking that this was the end of both of your adventures and your lives, Shoto reveals to you that he was the missing prince of the Endeavor Kingdom and you also reveal to him that your hair glows when you sing.

-        Bingo.

-        Flower gleam and glow… Let your powers shine… Make the clock reverse… Bring back what once was mine.” You sang softly, your hair began to emanate a glowing light, as it served as a guide to get you out of the cave.

-        Shoto’s hand was injured due to the very rough and dangerous properties inside of the cave and so, you heal him with the powers of your hair.

-        Once again, repeating the s­ong he had wanted to hear escape from your lips once more, your hair begins to glow as the wound on his palm was no more.

-        He looks at you in awe. Noticing details about you that he hasn’t noticed before. How your eyes twinkled differently, like a star from a night sky. Your smile always radiating sunshine, and your aura emanating nothing but warmth and comfort.

-        He was in love with you.

-        How long did it take for him to realize that?

-        “Are we almost there?” You wave your hand in front of his face and he snaps back into reality. “Ah yes. We’ll be in the village where the festivities will take place.”

-        “THERE ARE FESTIVITIES!?”

-        You reach the kingdom the morning after and began to partake in the festivities. All that Shoto could do was watch and admire you from afar as you danced and make merry with the townsfolk; not until you pulled him into the middle of the dance.

-        He was awkward and wasn’t so used to having all this attention around him ever since he left his royal life, but you guide him well in the dance floor, getting lost in the moment, the two of you gaze at each other’s eyes, and the cheers of the townspeople unfortunately snapping you out of the moment.

-        That night, the king and the queen, along with all of the townsfolk, flock to their boats for the annual cruise and lantern releasing.

-        To surprise you, Shoto was able to snatch and rent a boat. The two of you board on it that night, and Shoto rows all the way to the middle of the lake and get a clear view of the ethereal spectacle that was about to take place.

-        The first lantern, released by the king and queen, floats solely by itself. You rush to the other side of the boat, the boat rocking furiously due to the excitement. Your handsome companion on the other hand, was trying to keep the boat into place.

-        You hold on to the edge of the boat as other lanterns follow suit. The huge boats around you were releasing their lanterns too.

-        You look up at the sky, watching the lamps color the night. It was such a beautiful moment. Watching these floating lights reminds you of a comfort and inexplicable feeling from within. There was something about the light emanating from these paper lanterns, some of them bumping into each other, creating unique shadows, like that of shooting stars who were about to ascend back into the night sky.

-        Lanterns continue to light up the night sky, as if they were like bright dreams. Lighting everyone’s resolve and everyone’s hearts.

-       “All those days watching from the windows, All those years outside looking in. All that time never even knowing, just how blind I've been. Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight, Now I'm here, suddenly I see. Standing here, it's all so clear, I'm where I'm meant to be. And at last I see the light. And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light. And it's like the sky is new, And it's warm and real and bright, And the world has somehow shifted. All at once everything looks different… Now that I see you.”

-        After you felt too immersed into the beauty of the lights, you turn back to Shoto who was holding on to two lanterns that the two of you could release. A loving smile present on his face.

-        You smile back at him, and the both of you release it into the sky.

-        “All those days chasing down a daydream… All those years living in a blur… All that time never truly seeing things, the way they were.”

-        The two of you look up to see the floating lights arise and you were immersed once again. Shoto fixes his gaze on you, admiring your beauty and your enthusiasm to see the lights you’ve always dreamed of seeing. He could do nothing but smile at you, as he’s truly fallen in love. He really has. His heart thumping loudly at the presence and the warmth that you’ve given him. Something that he had been seeking for so long.

-        Now she's here shining in the starlight, Now she's here suddenly I know.”

-        You continue look up. A lantern engraved with a sun symbol approaches your boat, and you point at it, pushing it up at the sky.

-        “If she's here, it's crystal clear… I'm where I'm meant to go.”

-        Shoto knew this was his only chance. His smile turning into that of a frown, as thoughts of not seeing you again came across his mind. He grabs your hand, touching it softly. You perk up a little bit at this gesture, but you smile back at him. Your eyes glimmering love and warmth once again.

-        You hold both of his hands, grasping it firmly yet tenderly. The two of you gaze at each other’s eyes again, this time no one were to interrupt. This moment would just be between the two of you.

-        You notice how beautiful Shoto’s heterochromatic eyes were from up close, the love shown in his eyes could only be for you and you feel your heart racing at that thought.

-         And at last I see the light, And it's like the sky is new. And it's warm and real and bright, And the world has somehow shifted… All at once everything is different… Now that I see you.”

[apollostears]

➝︎ p$ssy fairy | k. takami

anime: my hero academia

pairing: keigo takami x black!reader

warning(s): nsfw, degradation, cursing, just nasty shit.

creator: maya

plot: when the dick is that good, you just can’t help but catch feelings for the number two hero in japan.

“shit kei! i-i’m close!!” your moans sounded like melodies to keigo’s ears, spurring him on to continue rearranging your guts.

wings flared out and blonde hair hanging in front of his face, keigo looked like a god hovering above you. the literal definition of beauty and it was fucking you into oblivion.

tilting your hips up just a bit, you began to fuck yourself onto his dick, feral for more. desperate to feel full. “fuck bunny, you’re always so hungry for my cock aren’t ya?” the pro-hero grunted, eyes narrowing into slits as his hands gripped the sheets on either side of your head.

struggling to speak, all you could do was nod as you moaned from another strong thrust into your slick canal. it was so good you could cry. no, it was so good you were crying.

“c-cum kei-” you slurred out, blissed out and teetering on the edge of euphoria. sentence structure was foreign to you the closer you got to your end.

ebony legs wrapped around his hips and bountiful breats moving with each push inside of you, keigo wasn’t going to last long. fucking you had to be his favorite thing in the world. tears flowing down your cheeks, drool peaking at the corners of your lips and mouth shaped so beautifully...he could die like this.

“come on princess, you can do it baby. cum on this cock, i wanna feel you baby bird.” keigo cooed, moving one of hands to rub vicious circles on your engorged clit.

a choked scream erupted from your throat as you came. velvety walls clamped around his dick, keigo could feel you orgasm so hard it almost pushed him out. a shiver ran down his spine at the thought of you being so full, cum just gushing out of you and it flipped a switch in him.

with renewed vigor, keigo pistoned his dick in n’ out of you, pushing your legs to the sides of your head to form a new position. a slight amount of cream began to form around his dick the more he moved in you and it made him grow harder.

squelching noises filled the room and you might’ve been embarrassed any other time, but you felt entirely too good right now to care. “it feels so good keigo! fuckkk me!” you squealed out.

your purrs of praise made keigo work harder to dummify you. seeing you fucked stupid and leaking like the cum dump you were was exactly what keigo needed.

“fuck y/n, imma fuck you so good you’ll feel me for fucking days. but even then that won’t be enough for a slut like you. you’ll be back begging for more. more of my cum in your tight. little. hole.” the last few words were emphasized with sharper thrusts into your leaking cunny.

overstimulated beyond comprehension, keigo’s filthy words caused your clit to jump painfully. you had already came three times that night and this next orgasm he was about to rip from you was going to be the icing on the fucking cake.

“ngh, c-cumming a-again! shit!”

your pussy was fluttering wildly around keigo’s cock and it made the avian predator grow closer to his release. “just one more bunny, i know you can give me another one. be a good girl for me, be-be a good fucking girl for daddy.”

two more thrusts and you were done, squirting around his cock, keigo leaned down and bit into your neck as he came in you so hard you could taste his nut in your throat. in between your loose state of consciousnesses, you heard the slight fluttering of keigo’s wings as his dick softened inside of you.

a whimper pushed past your lips at the change in size. “sleep baby bird, you did good.” he whispered in your ear, settling his weight onto you.

you didn’t need to be told twice as you grew comfortable under his heaviness and drifted off into sleep; completely fucked out and satisfied.

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it had been three days since kei had sex with you. that’s exactly how long it’d been since the both of you spoke to each other. normally, this wouldn’t bother you seeing as you both agreed on strictly being friends with benefits, however this wasn’t a normal time.

within the six months the two of you had been fucking, you fell in love with him. like a dumbass. and that is the reason why you find yourself thinking of him when you should be filling out paper work. instead, you were sitting at your desk with your window open in case keigo decided to swoop in and surprise you.

loud vibrations pulled you from your thoughts as your eyes searched for the source. spotting the smartphone on the corner of your desk, you hastily went for it, thinking it was keigo. imagine your disappointment when it was only your best friend.

with a heavy sigh, you answered the phone. “hello?”

“uh EW! let’s try this shit again, okay? andddddd ACTION!” your friend yelled through the phone causing you to roll your eyes.

“HEY BESTIE!”

a squeal was heard on the other line and you couldn’t help but smile at the childlike behavior. “hey boo boo! what’s up?”

“just doing paperwork before i go on patrol. what’s up with you? called me to talk about my new support item??” you were a little hopeful that that was why your friend had called, something to get your mind off of takami.

“girl please. i called to make sure you weren’t moping over moby dick. but from the way you answered the phone, it sounds like you are.” she pointed out, much to your chagrin.

ignoring the nickname she had for keigo, you huffed at her annoying habit of putting you on the spot. “now you know i don’t mope over no dick.”

the silence was heavy as you waited for your friend to respond to your words. unsure why, anxiety crept up on you and threatened to take your life if she didn’t answer soon.

“bitch you is a fuckin liar!! you know that man got you by the clit! just tell him how you feel.” her voice held an all-knowing tone to it and you knew you weren’t getting out of this the easy way.

sighing, you leaned back in your chair and groaned. “he doesn’t have me by the clit and even if i did like him, he wouldn’t like me back.” you explained, thinking she would get what you were saying and let it go.

no.

“the math ain’t mathing. how you know big bird doesn’t like you?”

“girl...the nigga and i don’t even kiss!! it’s like a forbidden rule or whatever. and besides, keigo is definitely not the type to fall for anybody. let alone me.” you argued, annoyed that you were even discussing your feelings for this man.

turning around in your chair, you went to get up when you stopped, noticing the figure standing just in front of the open window.

“u-uh shit, girl imma have to call you back.” you spoke distractedly, ending the call without another thought.

several different things ran through your mind as your eyes anxiously took in keigo’s appearance. he had on his regular fit with a smug look on his face. like he knew something.

“yo-you didn’t text. why didn’t-? you usually text.” your emotions were in overdrive with all the possibilities of what could happen.

there was no doubt keigo heard you. part of you was hoping he wouldn’t say anything, but another part wanted to know what he’d say about your childish feelings.

“thought i’d surprise my baby bird since i hadn’t spoken to them in a few days. however, it seemed like i had interrupted something.” keigo spoke smugly as he stalked his way towards you.

lips dry, you swiped your tongue over them quickly before speaking. “whatever you heard, had nothing to do with you.” as pathetic as excuses go, that had to be the most pathetic one you had ever gave.

the energy that keigo was emitting, threw you off and the little laugh he gave at your response had you on edge. he had yet to mention anything about your conversation about him but he still remained as cool as ever.

stopping right in front of you, keigo’s wings spread, shielding your view completely as he dipped down to hover over you. gloved hands gripped the arm chairs and the shiny gold chain dangled in front of you temptingly. his hair was being pushed back by his glasses so he had intense eye contact with you.

“now, you know how i feel about lying baby bird. what did i say about that?” he taunted, his voice dropping to a low-even tone.

your voice was caught in your throat for a second at the intensity of the situation; a burning heat licking the skin on your body. “not to do it.” you whimpered submissively.

god, the way he could flip a switch in you like that was so...mind blowing and equally terrifying. keigo held you by the skin of your teeth and the scary part was that he knew it too.

humming in approval, one of keigo’s gloved hands skimmed over your lips. “so my birdie wants me to kiss her huh? not satisfied with my lips on other places are you?”

keigo had asked you a question but all you could do was whimper and shake lightly like the pathetic bitch you were. 

his avian eyes scanned you feverishly, for what; you didn’t know. “close your eyes for me princess.” he whispered, moving his hand to caress your chin instead.

doing as he asked, you closed your eyes and willed your body to relax. the texture of his gloves were familiar against your skin and you didn’t have to wonder much longer before you felt something soft against your lips.

wait...was keigo kissing you? too surprised to reciprocate the action, keigo pulled away much too soon with a smile on his face. with a shocked gasp, your fingers nimbly touched your lips in surprise.

“w-why? why would you do that?”

was he trying to pity you? entertain your foolish thoughts? toy with your emotions?

“couldn’t have my baby bird thinking i didn’t love her.” he answered honestly, stepping away from you and pulling his wings back.

still stunned, you tilted your head in confusion. keigo loves you?? what the fuck?

“i’d love to stay and make a mess of your lips, but i have to go back to patrolling. come by my place tonight when you’re done. okay angel?” keigo quickly said, making his way towards your open window.

not waiting for a response, keigo flew out your window and back to the streets of japan. and as you sat there in your chair, you couldn’t stop the smile that spread at the mere thought of what this meant for you and him.

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Some Scars aren’t Physical: PART 2

Iida X GN! Reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Allusions to past abuse, swearing, slight panic attack, L-bombs, and the obligatory Izuku texting POV 😜🤪

Summery: (Y/N) had a terrible boyfriend in middle school. He was possessive, manipulative, and just plain awful. Since breaking up with Him, (Y/N)’s had pretty bad relationship anxiety. It’s so bad, that it makes them afraid to pursue their new crush: the kind, earnest class rep, Tenya Iida.

Link to Part 1

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Please note: Reader is a little short. Like, Iida’s a tall boi, and Reader’s implied to be short enough to at least have to tilt their head a little to fully see them. If you’re 5’10 or taller, (first of all, fuck you, can I have your height?) then kindly overlook every time reader is described as short. I’m 5’2, leave me alone.

Btw, this is the end, y’all. I only planned 2 parts. Enjoy 😘 

. . .

Summer came. Villains attacked, a classmate was kidnapped and rescued, and you moved into the new school dorm system. You and Tenya had been going out for a little over a month. You were thrilled to be closer to him with the dorms, and he had shared your enthusiasm, even if it was somewhat more contained. 

“Y’know what’s funny?” You looked up at Tenya, swinging your interconnected hands between you. “I still don’t think I’ve gotten used to the convince of the dorms.”

“Well, we haven’t been here very long.” The bespectacled boy mused with a smile. 

“Yeah, but it’s like… somethings I forget that we’re even in the dorms.”

“Really?” Tenya pressed the Up button on the elevator, running his thumb over your knuckles as you waited for the doors to open.

“Uh-huh. Just yesterday Izuku and I were texting and planning a movie night, I made said something like ‘wanna come over to my place or should I head over to yours’, and he was like ‘we’re literally within the same 500 yard radius of each other. It doesn’t matter.’ My dumb ass really thought I was still in my own house.”

Tenya laughed as you pulled him into the waiting elevator and punched in your floor number. “What movie are you planning on seeing?”

“I’m going to make his sit through all of Mama Mia!, and possibly the sequel if we don’t start too late.” You cut your eyes to the side to squint playfully at your boyfriend. “Why? You want in?”

“If you’ll have me, I don’t want to encroach on your “bestie time”.” Tenya pulled his hand out of yours to make over exaggerated air quotes. 

You scoffed, lightly shoving him out of the elevator as it opened on your floor. “I highly doubt he’d care. Homeboy won’t say it to your face, but you’re his bestie too.” You grabbed his forearm, hugging it to yourself.

“If you’re sure, I wasn’t kidding about not wanting to intrude on you and Midoriya’s time. I know he’s important to you.”

You smiled warmly up at him, coming to a stop in front of your dorm room. “I really appreciate that, but you have nothing to worry about. If I didn’t want you there, I wouldn’t offer.”

“Hmm. I just might take you up on that, then.”

Tenya took both your hands in his own, brushing his lips against your knuckles. You giggled softly, squeezing his hands in response.

“I had a lot of fun tonight,” You said quietly. “It’s been really weird lately, we defiantly needed a night out.”

“Yeah. Things seem to be settling down, but I think the training camp incident’s still heavy on many of our minds.” Tenya sighed. “I know it is on mine.”

You hummed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Then you certainly deserved a date night.”

He chuckled, a soft, blissful expression painting his sharp features. He cleared his throat, his cheeks beginning to darken. “(Y/N), uh, I’m going to ask you something. Before I do though, I want you to know that saying “no” is an expectable answer. I’m not going to be upset, I promise.”

You raised both eyebrows, brows furrowing. “Okay,”

Tenya took a deep breath, squinting his eyes shut for a second before reclaiming eye contact with you. “Can I kiss you?”

You swore the world stopped. You vaguely heard laughter from the dorm a few doors down, but it didn’t register. All that mattered was Tenya. Beautiful, respectful, wonderful Tenya, and how he wanted to kiss you. He hadn’t asked when you’d had your first kiss back in middle school. He just swooped in and-

Nope. You’re not thinking about Him. He’s not here. He can’t hurt you anymore. Tenya’s here, and he’s asking if he can kiss you. 

And you want him to kiss you.

“Yeah. Yeah, I would really like that.”

A small smile cracked across Tenya’s nervous face. He gently cupped you face with his hand. “You’re sure? Absolutely sure that you…”

You stood on your toes, knotting your fingers behind his neck. “Kiss me, Tenya.”

And he happily, albeit nervously complied.

. . .

After a draining school day and the mountain of homework that followed, all you wanted to do was collapse. You flopped over on your bed, groaning into the blanket. You were so tired you didn’t even feel like going down to the main floor for dinner; you figured you could raid your mini fridge when you got hungry.

Tenya’s gonna have a heart attack if he thinks I’m skipping meals, you thought with a dry chuckle. Just as you were unlocking his phone to text him, you heard a knock at your door. 

“Yeah?” You called, refusing to leave the comfort of your bed.

“It’s me, Tenya.” He replied. “Can I come in?”

“Sure. Yeah, get in here.” You sat up to greet your boyfriend, tossing your phone aside.

He entered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before joining you on the bed. “How are you, dear? You’ve been hiding in here since the class ended.”

“Tired. So tired.” You mumbled, leaning into his large frame. 

“Oh, well, that certainly explains your absence.” Tenya remarked. “Are you hungry? I was thinking we could go out someplace to get something to eat. Somewhere off campus.”

“Um, I…”

You’d never liked saying no, especially not to Tenya. You’d never really had a reason to; you usually agreed with whatever he suggested. He’d never liked it when you said no to Him. He’d guilt you into giving into whatever it was He wanted. He’d twist your emotions until you couldn’t do anything but halfheartedly agree to His whims.

You were still far too tired. You couldn’t even bring yourself to go downstairs, much less out of the school. You didn’t want to. You wanted to say no.

But the word wouldn’t form. 

“(Y/N)? Honey, are you okay?” Tenya asked, a concerned expression taking root on his face. “You look distressed, and you’re shaking, what’s wrong?”

“Uh, I-” You swallowed thickly, breathing going funny. “I don’t-”

“Shit,” Tenya muttered under his breath. He slipped off the bed to kneel in front of you, taking both your hands in his own. “Shhh, (Y/N)? I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, but I promise you’re going to be okay. Try taking some deep breaths, okay? It’s alright. I’ve got you.”

You slowly calmed down, your anxiety settling as Tenya whispered soothing words and caressed your hands. “I’m okay. Thanks.”

“Of course,” He murmured, brushing hips lips against your knuckles. “Can you tell me what happened?”

You hung your head, shame twinging in your gut. “I’m too tired to go out, but I wasn’t sure how to tell you no. I guess I got nervous.”

“Okay, why is that scary to you?” Tenya retook his seat next to you, rubbing a gentle hand across your back. “‘No’ is an acceptable answer, (Y/N). You shouldn’t force yourself to do anything you don’t want to do.”

You tugged on his shirt, eyes beginning to brim with tears. “Can I sit in your lap?”

“Oh, come here.” Tenya encouraged, opening his arms.

You crawled onto him, sitting sideways on his thighs and leaning against his chest. He tenderly wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

“I had a boyfriend in middle school who wouldn’t let me say no to Him.” You muttered, nuzzling more into Tenya. “He’d guilt me into doing whatever He wanted. He did a lot of other shit too, I don’t think I can get into all of it right now, though. You’re nothing like Him, and I know that. I really like you a lot, Tenya, and I trust you, but I still get nervous sometimes because I keep thinking about what it was like with him and it’s ruining things with you and I don’t wanna fuck this up and I hate it and-”

“(Y/N), you’re crying.” Tenya interrupted, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, honey.”

You nodded mutely, wiping the rest of your tears. “ ’m sorry,”

“Please don’t think you have to apologize. I understand. You have nothing to be sorry for.” He assured you, gently rocking you back and forth. “None of this is your fault.”

He held you for another few minutes, rocking you until your tears stopped falling. “Thank you, Ten.”

“You’re welcome, dear.” He kissed your forehead, smiling loving at you."Can you promise me something?”

“I don’t know, what is it?” You asked, squinting.

Tenya laughed softly. “That you’ll say ‘no’ to me when you have to.”

“I’ll try,” You twisted your shirt in your fingers. “I don’t want you to be upset with me, though.”

“For what? Having your own opinion? Not wanting to do something?” He pulled away from you a little to look you in the eyes. “That’s unfair to you. You’re far too precious to me. I don’t want you to feel like you’re trapped being with me.”

You laughed breathily, smiling for the first time all night. “That’s just it, Tenya. I don’t feel trapped. I feel free.”

Tenya let out a dumbfounded laugh, blush spreading across his face. “W-well, I’m glad.”

You softy threaded your fingers into his hair, kissing him sweetly. He melted into your touch, pacing a hand on the back of your head.

“Thank you,” You whispered against his lips.

“For what?”

“For just… being you. You’re amazing, Ten.” You pursed your lips, organizing your thoughts. “And… I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.”

Tenya’s grip on you suddenly slackened out of shock. You would’ve slid right out of his lap if you hadn’t anchored yourself by griping his shoulders.

“Woah, sorry,” Tenya quickly gathered you into his arms again, face burning. “You surprised me. Um, did- did you mean it?”

“How could I not?”

 Tenya let out a dazed puff of air, a flustered smile tugging at the cornered of his lips. He lightly kissed your jaw, his fingers dancing over your waist with a feather-light touch. “I love you too, (Y/N).”

. . . 

(Y/N): Yeah, I was just too tired to go down to dinner. Don’t worry, I’ve got food up here. Tenya wanted to go out for dinner, but a minor panic attack changed his mind 😎

Izuku: Wait, panic attack? What happened?

(Y/N): He asked if we could go, and I got a little nervous about telling him no

(Y/N): I freaked out a little bit, and he held me for a while. I told him a little about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named

Izuku: …Voldemort??

(Y/N): 😑

(Y/N): Yes, Izuku. I dated Voldemort in middle school.

Izuku: Lol, how’d that convo go?

(Y/N): Really well, actually. Tenya was supper understanding. God I love him.

Izuku rolled his eyes, snickering as he texted back, Totally news to me. 🤣 When did you come to that realization? 

As he hit send, a different text notification slid across the screen.

Iida: (Y/N) got anxious about something and explained a little of their “bad dating experience” you mentioned to me. They were a little distressed about the whole thing, but they still managed to fluster me.

“What am I, the middle man?” Izuku asked himself, sighing as he texted his friend back.

Izuku: Ooh boy. What’d they do?

Another text from you. Izuku navigated back to your thread. This was already getting tiresome.

(Y/N): I dunno. We had a date a month-ish ago, and we had our first kiss afterwards. I think I may’ve had some sort of idea that I was in love with him then, when he asked if he could kiss me.

Iida again. “Good grief,” Izuku muttered.

Iida: They told me they loved me. It threw me for a loop, but I managed to regain control of my senses to tell them that I loved them too.

Izuku: Geez, you two are hopeless.

Iida: What do you mean?

Izuku: I’m currently switching back and forth between texting both you and (Y/N) gushing over each other.

Iida: Oh.

Izuku: Yeah man. This is fun and all, but (Y/N) called me as their wingman first. Go get your own, lmao

Switching back over to your message, Izuku sent one last text:

Izuku: That’s really sweet. Anyway, Iida is also texting me at the exact same time as you are. Thought I’d pass along a message he didn’t ask me to pass: he’s head over heels for you. I’m now muting my phone. Being friends with you two is exhausting. 

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Apple Trees - Jesper Fahey (Our Future 3/3)

Request: yes! “ Aight bestie, you know the drill, we got married, can we give him his twins now? 👀” Pairing:  Jesper Fahey x reader Summary:  after marrying jesper, you now live outside the city with your twins Warnings: slight spoilers for people who haven’t read the soc duology (and I guess people who have only watched the show) Word count:  1.2K A/N: after “our future” and “twirl for me”, here’s another part!! thank you for requesting this, and enjoy reading! 

Though you’d spent the majority of your life in Ketterdam, part of you is glad to settle down. It’s nice to be able to wake up and start the morning in peace. Some days you missed the chaotic buzzing energy of the Slat, and the city itself, which is why you still visit Ketterdam a lot.

After all, you’ve still got a lot of friends in the city. And both you and Jesper weren’t able to stay away from the city that had been your home for so long. But when you found out you were pregnant a few years back, you decided to move away.

Ketterdam simply wasn’t the kind of city you’d raise your kids in. So you bought a small farmhouse just outside the city, to start your family. It’s a good life.

Like promised, Jesper planted all of your favourite flowers in the garden, along with some apple trees. Outside the city, the houses aren’t packed together, so you could do whatever you want in the area that surrounded your home. 

There was no rush in the mornings, no dangerous jobs and no late nights. In the life you lived outside of Ketterdam, every morning was peaceful, quiet and filled with love.

You’re laying next to Jesper, gladly cuddling into his side as he softly strokes your bare arm. The two of you are enjoying some alone time before the day starts. You’re softly talking to each other, when your peaceful morning is rudely interrupted. 

The door to your room opens, and you hear running footsteps. A few moments later, two figures launch themselves on top of you, knocking the air out of your lungs. 

Apparently, your twin girls Ava and Mae had decided you could use an early start of the day.

The room fills with laughter as Jesper tickles them while smiling brightly. They laugh and try to push him away but he’s way too strong for them. The girls are quick to hide behind you.

‘Good morning to you two.’ you say over your shoulder. 

Two pairs of happy eyes look at you, messy curls falling around their face. You’re still grateful they inherited Jesper’s curls. They hide behind your shoulders when Jesper moves to tickle them again. 

Ava and Mae squeal and push themselves off the bed, dodging Jesper. After winking at them, Jesper moves to lay next to you instead, wrapping his arms around you.

Mae sticks out her tongue and makes a sound, pointing at you and Jesper. If it would be anyone else, you’d be slightly annoyed. But it’s your girl, so you don’t mind.

‘You’re the one who interrupted morning cuddles, your breakfast is going to have to wait.’ you say.

‘But I’m hungry!’ says Mae.

You turn to look at Jesper. ‘Evening cuddles, then?’ you say.

Jesper kisses your cheek. ‘Evening cuddles it is.’ he says. ‘And maybe a bit more.’ he winks at you.

You laugh and playfully slap his arm. Just as you want to respond to him, you hear Ava.

‘What’s a bit more?’ she asks. 

Your eyes widen and you push Jesper off of you as he starts to laugh at her words.

‘Who wants breakfast?’ you quickly say. 

Luckily, the thought of breakfast is enough to distract them. They are quick to race out of your room and down to the kitchen. You turn to glare at Jesper, who is still laughing.

‘I told you, don’t make comments like that when the girls are around. They tend to repeat you a lot.’ you say.

‘Sorry, love.’ says Jesper. ‘Force of habit.’

You roll your eyes but smile as well while you hold your hand out for him to take. He takes it, and the two of you head to the kitchen as well.

Ava and Mae are already sitting at the table, waiting for you to make their breakfast. You’re softly humming to yourself as you’re making breakfast, while Jesper tells the girls stories, filling the kitchen with their giggles. 

The four of you sit down and have breakfast. You’re listening to them talking, admiring them. Some days you still couldn’t believe how you got so lucky. To marry Jesper. To have two beautiful girls who are the perfect mixture of you and Jesper. Sometimes it seemed simply too good to be true.

After breakfast, Jesper gets up, announcing he’s going to harvest the apples that grow in your backyard. Without even asking him, the girls happily follow him out the door to help with the harvesting.

Thought it would probably be a lot faster if Jesper did it by himself, you know very well that the girls have him wrapped around their little fingers. He’d do anything for them.

For a while, you sit in the kitchen and enjoy your morning coffee. You listen to the laughter and voices outside, and after a while you decide to join them. You finish your coffee and head out the back door.

Jesper has lifted Mae, so she’s sitting on his shoulders. She’s gathering the apples and dropping them in a basket. You smile as you look at the two of them.

You then notice little Ava dragging her basket back to you, which is almost overflowing with apples. There’s no way she could have gathered the apples from the tall trees on her own, and Jesper had been helping Mae.

‘Ava.’ you say as she approaches you. ‘How did you get all of those by yourself?’

She looks up at you and smiles proudly. She then motions to the air.

‘The wind helped.’ she says.

You frown and share a quick look with Jesper, who puts Mae down. 

‘What do you mean the wind helped?’ you say to Ava.

Jesper walks up to you and looks at Ava’s basket. He raises his eyebrows in question at you, but you look at Ava, waiting for her to explain.

‘Like this.’ Ava simply says. She looks at the tree Jesper and Mae had been working on, and raises her little hand to it.

The tree starts to shake in the wind. Softly at first, then harder. The apples fall to the ground one by one, and Ava and Mae move to put them in the baskets. You frown as you look at the tree.

Not because Ava got all the apples, but because the tree she was focused on, was the only tree that moved in the wind.

You’re going over it again in your head, when you hear Jesper softly gasp beside you. You turn to look at him and find him looking at Ava in awe.

‘Zowa.’ he says so softly, only you can hear it.

Zowa. Blessed. Ava was Grisha. It looks like the genes had passed down from Jesper to one of your girls. You desperately needed to plan a trip to Ketterdam and visit Nina. You had a lot to talk about.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit